Writer’s Note: This Story takes place in February 1998, the previous story took place at the end of December 1992.  This story takes place five years and two months after the previous.  Somethings may seem out of place or contradictory to established facts but every oddity or apparent continuity error will be explained over time. Except this first part with the Miner which takes place back in 1973, for reasons.        Clang!  Clang!  Clang!        How long has he dug?  Has it been hours?  Or Days?  In the dark, time passes different, buried alive under tons of rubble, it passes very different.         Clang!  Clang!  Clang!        He could…

       “Exsquueze me? A baking powder?” Tina exploded with a mix of shock and anger “You going to explain that shit or just drop the bomb and peace out.”        “You heard me, I’m going to blow the school up.” Kincade made sure they understood that he was not joking.        “Well fuck Cade, you care to give us some context here or are we to assume the worse big guy?” TJ inquired.        “You been making an “Ass” out of “U” and “Me” for like five tears TJ why stop now?”  Kincade let out a rumbling low laugh “No man, you know you should never assume anything in life.”…

       Crimson stained the sharp edge of the blade.  Blood, still viscous enough to be fresh, had not yet gotten tacky, the kill was within the last few minutes. Tina stared in amazement as the blood dripped from the blade into a quickly spreading pool at Miss Darabont’s feet.        “Get yourselves off the floor kids, the machete isn’t meant for you.  Damn pit-bull went nuts on the horses, was trying to tear em apart.  Kincade is round back with Cyd cleaning the mess up, was the damnedest thing.  We were just sitting out back having brunch when he he rushed the fence and started to go after them”       …

       Tina ate her apple pie, still warm and crispy, in silence as she stared across the Plymouth in amazement at TJ as he was finishing off his Big Breakfast, having already put down the Egg McMuffins, with hash-brown added of course.        “So we going to talk bout this shit or what?”  Nancy cut to the chase and asked the question they were treating like the pink elephant. “We all three apparently had dreams..nightmares…” the words probing for a response, which the unspoken acknowledgement  on their faces gave her the confidence to continue. “…now it has to be more than a fucking coincidence that all three of us had…

       Nancy Craven loved the way the cold warm water felt on her cold naked body.  Not in a perverse way, though it hitting certain areas didn’t feel bad if you know what I mean, just in a god damn this is what being alive is about kinda way.  After not getting her beauty sleep that much lately, the shower has become her sanctuary.  It is the one place she can be alone and unbothered by all the bullshit she calls her life.        THUD THUD THUD.  Pounding on the fucking door at exactly the right time to make her a fucking liar.  Well played God well played.  THUD THUD…

       Chapter 1- The Last January                       One, two..You know it’s true                       Three, four…He’s Ready for War                       Five, six…Across the River Styx                   Seven, eight…Open the Gate                       Nine, ten….He will Rise Again…        The sweat poured off Tina’s freezing skin.  Three Sixteen in the morning, yet again.  Third or fourth time in the last week isn’t it?  The sheets sticking to her skin or freezing to it?  Least this time she had not pissed herself, small favors.  What the hell had that dream been?  The words they were strange, disturbing, almost demonic feeling but the imagery, oh God, the imagery that accompanied them, that was were the terror truly was.…

Let me start by giving you the elevator pitch:A group of teenagers battle the end of the world, their own feelings and hormones and various evils in the early 90s in Salem, Mass. Ok.  That was the elevator pitch, but Im in good with the publisher so I got to by pass that part and literally only did it for this post (Truth matters).  But that is the way I pitched it to my partner originally, well with more colorful words and likely slurred speech as I was drinking that night…. But the elevator pitch is not where this story started.  In many many ways the story of the Legacies…