The Bluesman #1 - Killer of Monsters by Stuart Jaffe

Short Story -- Pulpy Contemporary Fantasy about a Bluesman who conjures spells with his guitar.

The bluesman #1 - killer of monsters

The Bluesman - musician, magician, lethal killer. Thrown into our world from a parallel universe, the Bluesman seeks to save the Earth from being overrun by the horrid, mutated creatures that came with him. Armed with magic, skill, and his companion, Scotch, he faces these monsters hoping to create a peaceful world for all.

This SHORT STORY, Killer of Monsters, is the first of his adventures.

Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Action & Adventure

Language: English

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Word Count: 8000

Sample text:

The world is not what we think. I learned this the summer I turned twenty-two years old. Freshly dumped from college (they tend to do that when you party every night and then forget to show up for classes), fired from my job (they tend to do that when you party every night and then forget to show up for work), and kicked out of the house by the parents (they tend to do that when . . .) -- I decided to travel the country and let Fate takeover.  Not that I believed in Fate, but I can say this much for sure -- if Fate exists, she hates me big time.

            A few weeks into my sojourn --

            Before I get into all that, I just want to take a moment to explain that I'm not an idiot. I like to party, that much should be evident already; however, the reason I tended to skip classes was that most of them bored me. I'm quite intelligent, well-read, and found the lackluster pace of college courses to be a leash holding me back.  My decision to travel around the United States was not done out of aimless desperation but rather a choice by which I hoped to discover a purpose for myself -- a place to belong.  And I did.  Oh, man, did I ever.

            Back to the story.

            A few weeks into my sojourn, I had driven south and ended up in a little nothing town on the edge of a nothing town in the piedmont of North Carolina.  The place I rambled into had fantastic Lexington-style BBQ, which I had discovered a passion for upon my first bite, and ice-cold beer, which never went out of style.  What really caught me, though, was the black man sitting on a tiny stage, playing blues on an acoustic guitar.


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French
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