Melody 8 - Ernie Howard - Bog

My mother used to sing to me when I was scared at night. She would lay beside me, and I would place my head on her chest. Hearing the song through the vibration of her body. I loved my mother's voice. Right up to the day she was put to death because of it.
My name is Melody. I was born on The Day of The Song. When the world I have never seen, changed. I came into this world just as the song stopped. If the timing had been just a little bit off I wouldn't be writing this right now. My mother would have ripped me to shreds. The song turns good people into bloodthirsty killers. At least for ten minutes every week. Any other time people in my town are pretty boring. The only other time anyone gets killed is if they are caught singing. Preacher, our leader, takes it upon himself to head the executions. He is a much hated and loved man. I hate him. He killed my mother.Preacher has pushed me into a new life. I am going to find where the song is broadcasted and stop it. I am going to create a new song, a new frequency. A melody that will unite us. If I don't, what is left of civilization will be lost.If you are a lover of post-apocalyptic stories, you need to get ready for a new twist on the genre. We must change the vibration, or the frequency will forever change us."Ernie has a gift that few writers have but thousands aspire to. His words...there tangible. You can not only visualize exactly what he's written but you can feel...and smell it." - Bob Williams, author of Music City Macabre
"Behind the macabre facade, and despite the sadness, there's a lot of heart to this story, and it further strengthens Ernie Howard's status as one of the most promising new writers on the indie scene." - Eamon Ambrose, Author of Zero Hour. This is a review of The Pool, by Ernie Howard
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