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I would like to applaud people for their endeavors as authors because without people like them then there wouldn't be people like me. I say this because they are paving the way for the future in the publishing world. However, I do have to admit that the 500,000 numbers for e-book sales are a little troubling. I say this because I have actually taken the time out to actually look at the future of e-publishing. I don't believe that e-publishing will actually take off like people think that it will… Continue

© 2009 by Mr. Shannon Lejuan Clements.

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© 2007 by Mr. Shannon Lejuan Clements.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a

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written permission of the publishers, except by a reviewer who may quote

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Chapter Thirty

Captain Howard Pickleton sat at his desk enjoying his sandwich when the Captain of the Coast Guard came trooping into his office with a few armed guards behind them.

"Captain Pickleton, I am Captain Dejuan Coletrain of the U.S. Coast Guard. Remember we spoke on the phone earlier. I hear that you have apprehended the aliens and are now detaining them. Is this correct Captain?"

"Yes that is correct Captain. My men and I had a tough time bringing them in too." Captain Pickleton sa… Continue

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The nights' sky was deep purple, partly cloudy, and had a full moon that bathed the earth in its' radiance. Belle Isle, for some odd reason, was peaceful this night. The geese slumbered quietly on the grass not far from the waters' edge. The deer tiptoed quietly through the woods. The island itself wasn't packed with teenagers looking for fun and excitement, thus causing the Detroit Police Departments to temporarily block off Jefferson Avenue from the Lodge freeway to Belle… Continue