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Random Synapse Misfire

Volume Two

Release Date: September 13th, 2019

Series: Random Synapse Misfire

Volume: 2

Available formats: ebook, paperback

A man on a cross-country drive notices high-beams coming up fast behind him. Irritation soon gives way to fear, which quickly blossoms into full-blown terror. That’s just the beginning…

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Three more stories that will take you on a journey into a world where everything is slightly obscured and just a little off, where reality and fantasy blur together, and nothing is quite what it seems.

Headlights takes you on a white-knuckle journey with Delmar Greene, a driver on a cross-country trip. Suddenly, an eerie set of headlights illuminate his rearview mirror and as the vehicle moves to pass him, a brilliant light fills his cabin. This is not, however, an ordinary case of road rage. As Delmar races to escape the mysterious vehicle, he finds himself plunged into a fight for survival.

The Wait is a heart-pounding thriller that turns the daily commute into a nightmare. When an accident on I-70 near Lawrence, Kansas causes traffic to grind to a halt, the travelers are thrown into confusion as the first responders suddenly flee the scene. Soon, an EAS broadcast comes over the airwaves, its message leaving the travelers panicked, not knowing what to do or whom they can trust.

Dreaming With A Broken Mind is a mind-bending tale of a man named Eddie Knorr, enjoying a cup of coffee and watching a storm roll in. Suddenly, a strange sensation overtakes him, everything seems familiar yet somehow wrong. He’s alone except for an old man who seems to know exactly what’s going on. As Eddie struggles to make sense of his surroundings, he realizes that he may be trapped in a dream and that the only way out is to confront the darkness at its source.

Pick up a copy of Random Synapse Misfire, Vol. Two and get ready for a thrilling ride where you’ll never know what’s coming next.




Delmar Greene
Taking a cross-country trip
The Deputy
He's... a deputy
The Old Man
An old man with a shotgun

The Wait

Keith's wife
Jayhawks T-Short
Terrified commuter
Kindly elderly gentleman
Pickup Driver
Short-tempered commuter
Just trying to get home

Dreaming with a Broken Mind

Eddie's daughter
Eddie's son
Eddie Knorr
Struggling through a mid-life crisis
Eddie's wife
The Stranger
A sage guide

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Delmar Greene slapped himself across the face. He had too many miles to go and too little money for lodging. The monotonous scenery that lined the two-lane road did little to stimulate his mind. His mind continuously wandered, rehashing every mistake he’d made in his thirty years. Anxiety caused by things he couldn’t control or change had become a hallmark of his life. Without that, he would be home and happy instead of driving through rolling hills while fighting sleep.

Anger and despair were all that was keeping him awake, though they were beginning to yield to exhaustion. He was hoping to find some cheap gas station coffee to jolt his system when the interior of his car lit up. A squinting glimpse into the rearview showed four circular headlights bearing down on his rear end.

“Dim your goddamned lights, asshole.”

The car drew close enough to his bumper that the headlights fell out of sight. Sweat blurred his vision as he pressed down on the accelerator causing the aging six-cylinder to moan. As the gap between the cars grew, the quartet of lights went dark. The sudden blackness was disorienting; Delmar’s racing pulse exacerbated his diminished awareness. He could feel a rumble and worried that he was losing a tire. His car was a tired heap that he had hesitated to take on this trek but it was all he had, so here he was.

He shut off the radio, cutting short a newscast about a 747 that had exploded over a small town in Scotland. That low roar surrounded him, leaving him unable to pinpoint the source. Using his left foot, he tapped the brake pedal, throwing a dull red glow across the roadway behind. Checking the mirror he saw lines and reflectors but no car.

Maybe he turned off, I’ve passed a handful of dirt roads. Maybe he was just in a rush to get home.

Blocking out thoughts of the strange encounter, he returned his focus to the sound. There was a constant shaking in the steering wheel, but the car’s alignment was shot and the road surface was coarse. Checking that no traffic was oncoming, Delmar swerved the car slightly to the right in an attempt to feel out any issues. Satisfied with the maneuver, he brought the car gently to the left before striking something.

“Jesus Christ!”

He swerved back to the right without going off the shoulder by divine intervention alone.

The air was cut by a horn that sounded like it had been taken from a freight train engine. Warm wetness trickled down Delmar’s thigh as he forced himself to look out of the window. There were little more than shadows until a blue light began to bloom just below eye level. It grew in intensity, illuminating the interior of a monstrous four-door sedan. While the windows were tinted to an extreme level, he had no issue seeing into the cabin.

He forced a single word out, wincing as it tore out of his dry throat. “What?”

Before he could internally debate what he had and hadn’t seen, the car dropped back in behind him, its headlights still off. Frantic, Delmar scanned the distance for any possible refuge, spotting the silhouette of a house on the horizon. The speedometer held at a constant eighty miles per hour as the house grew larger. Please let me make it to that house. Taking the silent prayer as a challenge, his mind began throwing out hypotheticals: his aggressor would run him off the road, he’d take the turn too sharply and flip, or, maybe the car would break down and leave him completely at the mercy of his assailant.

His eyes set on finding his turn, Delmar didn’t notice his speed drop below seventy and inch down towards sixty. Just as he caught sight of the driveway, the mysterious car moved back to the left, as if to overtake him. “Come on, you old rustbucket, get me to that fucking house.” He brought his foot down hard on the brake, tires screaming as the wheels locked up. His car fishtailed before catching grip again and he slammed his horn repeatedly as he pressed the gas.

The house sat a hundred yards off of the road, at the end of the rutted path that was beating the remaining life out of his car. A yellowed light illuminated a leaning porch as an old man emerged from the front door. Roused by the racket, he carried a shotgun at chest level along with an expression of extreme distaste. Delmar came to a stop at the edge of the lawn, holding his hands up as he exited. “Don’t shoot!”

“What the hell’s your problem, boy? It’s quarter-the-fuck past midnight!”