H. G. Mewis
I started writing fiction when I was 15, and like most aspiring writers, my work was terrible, immature, cliched drivel. But I kept at it, even went to college for my creative writing degree before I understood how useless such degrees tend to be for real world applications. Eventually, I needed annoying things like food, clothing and rent, so I got a real job and ended up finishing my degree in paramedicine.
Since then, I've gained 19+ years of experience as a paramedic, and that's after my army career. Of course, becoming and getting good at being a medic takes a lot of energy, so my writing got derailed for many years but never forgotten as I was paid to write medical articles and for a crafters’ blog. Then a wonderful thing happened. I woke up one morning with the fire to write fiction again. I was back. Here's to second chances.
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Since then, I've gained 19+ years of experience as a paramedic, and that's after my army career. Of course, becoming and getting good at being a medic takes a lot of energy, so my writing got derailed for many years but never forgotten as I was paid to write medical articles and for a crafters’ blog. Then a wonderful thing happened. I woke up one morning with the fire to write fiction again. I was back. Here's to second chances.
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Dreams of the Queen
Science Fiction
Cass Baros has long dreamed of an alien world offering peace and belonging. Obsessed, she devotes her life to finding it, even if it means pulling apart the fabric of the universe and being the first person to step through. She finds her personal paradise, but discovers her inner peace comes at a price. How much is she willing to sacrifice to be a savior?
Her team's journey will take them to the edge where science and religion blur. Passion and love, genius and madness, jealously and danger enough to cause the death of worlds awaits them...
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Cass Baros has long dreamed of an alien world offering peace and belonging. Obsessed, she devotes her life to finding it, even if it means pulling apart the fabric of the universe and being the first person to step through. She finds her personal paradise, but discovers her inner peace comes at a price. How much is she willing to sacrifice to be a savior?
Her team's journey will take them to the edge where science and religion blur. Passion and love, genius and madness, jealously and danger enough to cause the death of worlds awaits them...
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Downgrade
Horror
NOT FOR UNDERAGE READERS! But it is for those fascinated with the psychology of paramedics. Dark humor a must!
Excerpt: "The stench roils from the open front door, up and over me, several feet and fresh air unable to dissipate its stubborn formation. The sickly sweet perfume of death, hording itself for days, easily outweighs the multitude of life surrounding me on this crisp spring day.
Yeah, I may be baby medic, a rookie in this fucked up shell game, but I'm not stupid. I get why we're here, and it's not for the shits and giggles from pulling a person back from the edge. We're here 'cause cops like medics to lay our oh-so-professional eyes on corpses, declare them beyond help all official-like. That way cops can document they did their jobs, even though dead is dead, and even a simpleton could've figured it out. 'Cause once the smell oozes through hardi-plank, you don't need a paramedic to give'em last rites."
*Short story is approximately 2000 words hitting your senses and your emotions.*
What if you had a photographic memory? Would you want to see what's behind the door? What if it was your job?
Downgrade - A short story of the real world. Written in first person, it gets inside the mind of a rookie paramedic dealing with the horror of humanity, and a paramedic's place in it.
WARNING: this story has graphic details of death, adult language, and a minor description of nudity.
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NOT FOR UNDERAGE READERS! But it is for those fascinated with the psychology of paramedics. Dark humor a must!
Excerpt: "The stench roils from the open front door, up and over me, several feet and fresh air unable to dissipate its stubborn formation. The sickly sweet perfume of death, hording itself for days, easily outweighs the multitude of life surrounding me on this crisp spring day.
Yeah, I may be baby medic, a rookie in this fucked up shell game, but I'm not stupid. I get why we're here, and it's not for the shits and giggles from pulling a person back from the edge. We're here 'cause cops like medics to lay our oh-so-professional eyes on corpses, declare them beyond help all official-like. That way cops can document they did their jobs, even though dead is dead, and even a simpleton could've figured it out. 'Cause once the smell oozes through hardi-plank, you don't need a paramedic to give'em last rites."
*Short story is approximately 2000 words hitting your senses and your emotions.*
What if you had a photographic memory? Would you want to see what's behind the door? What if it was your job?
Downgrade - A short story of the real world. Written in first person, it gets inside the mind of a rookie paramedic dealing with the horror of humanity, and a paramedic's place in it.
WARNING: this story has graphic details of death, adult language, and a minor description of nudity.
Amazon.com
