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Today is the day that 2013: The Harvest finally releases on Kindle.

The paperback and all other digital formats is in the works. I want to add some bonus stuff to the paperback version first before releasing it. As for the other digital formats, for now Kindle has exclusive rights to the book. I will release to: iBooks, Kobo, Sony, and all others at the end of this rights period or I might make a special edition just for those formats. 


Jump on over to the Amazon book store and grab your copy today.  Click/Tap the image below 


2013: The Harvest is available for pre order for Kindle. CLICK HERE TO PRE ORDER 

Some three thousand years ago, the Maya left behind a warning of what was to come. Over the years mankind had done their best to decipher what this warning was; as rumors spread about the end of the world, or the end of the world as they knew it. No one knew for sure what was going to take place. All they did know, was that it would happen on December 21, 2012.
Back in 1985, the government put together a group of individuals to make sense out of the Maya prediction and or warning. The group consisted of archeologists, scientists, military specialists, and astrologers. Through their research they had gathered information revealing an invasion of earth from an alien race known as Nayams.
Having believed the group had gone mad the government disbanded the group, swearing them to secrecy of their findings. Not liking the government’s decision, the group stayed in contact, forming an underground secret organization in hopes of saving mankind.
Major Herald Jacob Flintbetter took charge of the group as they set forth their plans of creating a safe haven in the depths of the goldmines in Victor, Colorado, code named Noah’s Ark. Their biggest challenge was how to get everyone to it. Keeping to their oath, not to speak of the coming event of December 21, 2012 as to not cause any panic, made this task very challenging.
While doing research for the government the group had discovered a unique ore they named, Infinity Ore. Creating modified weapons, vehicles, and fall-out shelters with the Infinity Ore, they made the task at hand look hopeful.
Herald lived his life outside of the secret organization in Hutchinson, Kansas. Having spent years preparing his custom made fall-out shelter, he hoped his fellow neighbors would take shelter with him when the time comes. Herald and his organization knew they could not save everyone, but they would do their best to save the ones they could.
When December 21, 2012 arrives, carnage unfolds as the race to Noah’s Ark begins.
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 Well that’s all I have for today. 

Thanks for viewing my post. 
– J. A. Cunningham. 

Every time I try to get blogs going, I tend to let them go dry. I believe it is because I am not sure what to write about. I mean, I don’t want to bore people, I would like to gain readers not loose them. 

Anyway, I am going to see what I can do to keep this one from drying up. 

I am an artist and everyone loves pictures so here is a pencil portrait I did a couple of weeks ago.  


It has been a while—a long while—since I had done any pencil portraits. I feel it turned out good though. 

Oh, about my book The Harvest  book one of the 2013 series. It is going to be out this year for sure. There was some stuff I had to change that set me back some. That and life got in the way. I’m hoping for a solid release date by the first of next week. 

I will be posting something a little more interesting in the next couple of days. 

I just wanted to get on and say HI to anyone still following my blog posts, and to any new followers. 

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Don’t forget to check out the preview of 2013: The Hatvest here: The Harvest


One-Line Monday

Chapter 4, Scene 1 from ‘2013: The Harvest’[1]


Unit 700 stooped down and picked up something off the ground. “Hey guys what is this tiny little species here.” He asked, as he held out his hand.

Unit 42 came over taking a closer look. “That is what humans call a cockroach, or what we call Unit 27’s mother.” He let out a series of short laughs Unit 27, and Unit 201 laughed with him. No one else had any idea what he was talking about.

Unit 700 examined it again. “It appears to be the only thing that survived the final purge.” He squashed it between his thumb and finger, “I thought it would have been tougher than that, being able to withstand the blast and all.”

  1. Want to know more about 2013: The Harvest? CLICK HERE

Book of the Day.

LIVING SPRING by DiVoran Lites


Here I am on break at my warehouse job. I wasn’t supposed to be working today, but high demand for some cake mix has gotten me called in for overtime. The bills need payed so the overtime is welcome, and my writing will have to wait.

To live the life of an author is a dream I hope to reach one of these days. For now my nightshift warehouse job consumes most of my time. Back in February my eight hours a day turned into eleven – twelve hour days, and will be that way for at least another month. The good side to it all — once my overtime ends— I will be switching to a dayshift schedule. My wife and kids are very happy about that, and so am I.

Anyway, enough of my babbling. If you haven’t checked out Sophiebowns you should, she has some really good stories.

A friend had mentioned that I need to write a story about hunting. This is something I threw together for now, just for fun. I have plans on turning this into a full length novel or maybe just a novella. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. ~ J. A. Cunningam

The Hunter

By: J. A. Cunningham

Adam didn’t think he would ever find himself back in the field. Five years ago when his father had taken him on his first deer hunt, his dad stood up to point out the path the deer would travel. As he turned to point, he had lost his footing falling out of the tree stand fifteen feet to the ground. His head had hit the ground first bending his neck in such an angle it snapped. It had all happened so quick Adam didn’t have time to react. That was the worst day in Adams life.

The accident had turned his life upside down. At the age of thirteen it had effected his school life, home life, and social life. Adam spent the next four years living like a hermit. His mom worried about him constantly, forcing him to seek counseling. The counseling was not helping, Adam never said much. The counselor had told Adams mother, if she wanted to keep paying him to babysit a teenager then by all means keep bringing him. Until he was ready to be helped, there was nothing else he could do. That was Adams last visit.

Now five years later Adam had been going through his dads stuff in the shed. Adam and his mother had been putting it off, but now they were moving and it had to be done. Adam pulled a large box down from the loft. When he opened it there was a gift wrapped package. He pulled the package out from the box finding a card attached. It was a happy fourteenth birthday card. Adam glanced over towards his mother, she knew nothing of this gift, she just shrugged her shoulders. Adam hesitantly opened the card to read it.

Happy Birthday to my favorite hunting buddy. I saw you looking at this in the store so I went back the next day and bought it for you. Now we can both hunt deer together. I know how good you are with the rabbits and squirrels, and you are my son so I know you are a born hunter. With this gift I know you will get that trophy buck, maybe even the buck of legend. Again Happy Birthday son. Now go get practicing so we can hunt. Love Dad. P.S. Your mother doesn’t know I bought this.

Adam almost dropped the card, he was shaking so bad, tears began raining down his face. His mother ran to his side wrapping him up in her arms to comfort him. She took the card from his hand so that she could read it. They both stood there in each others embrace crying.

Adam waited a couple of days before opening the gift. He was pretty sure he knew what it was, he just wasn’t ready for it. With the wrapping removed it revealed what he already knew. Sitting before him was the Hoyt compound bow with all the fixings: whisker biscuit, true glow sites, six arrow quiver, and you know all the god stuff. Adam removed the bow from its package grabbing hold of the string drawing it back. The draw weight was to light, and the draw length a little too short. This was expected, his dad bought it five years ago. Adam, for the first time in years actually felt like smiling — so he did. His dad had always surprised him, and even though he was gone, he was still able to surprise him.

“I love you too, Dad!” He said softly as he slowly let the string return, careful not to dry fire the bow.


For months now he had monitored this spot. Having set up his feeder and cameras, Adam had captured images of a large group of deer. One buck in particular stood out from the rest of the group. Towering above the rest of the group, his perfectly symmetrical antlers looked to be twelve points, maybe more.This one would make a nice trophy buck. Adam could picture the bust mounted in his office, it would go good with log-cabin theme. He could already taste it, the savory taste of a slow cooked deer roast with fresh potatoes, carrots, celery, onions, and some of families secret spices. It was decided, Adam had to have that trophy buck.

Remembering everything his dad had taught him, Adam felt as ready as he will ever be. The pop up blind was in place — it sat about twenty yards from the tree stand his dad had fallen from. Adam couldn’t bring himself to take the stand down, he hoped to one-day use it again. All of his gear had been de-scented, he used some raccoon piss scented pads on his boots to cover his trail. Right before getting into his blind, Adam sprayed some Buck Bomb Doe Estrus. The only thing left was to wait for the buck to get into a good shot range.

It felt like a couple of hours had passed, Adam checked his cellphone only to verify he was correct. He began to worry he had done something wrong. According to the time stamp from his cameras, the deer should have shown up already. he decided to give it one more hour before packing it up.

Fifteen minutes had passed when he heard some rustling of toward his right. Adam looked but didn’t see anything at first. Right before he was about to turn away he spotted movement. It wasn’t what had made the rustling noise, but it was a deer. Adam grabbed his range finder, careful not to make any noise. It was a nice healthy doe standing at seventy yards. Too far for him to take a shot, Adam was looking for something in the thirty to fifty yard mark — preferably closer to the thirty yard.

Movement on his left side caught his eye. Three, four, now five doe stood out around the sixty and seventy yard zone. Adam considered attempting the shot although he had never taken a shot at anything over fifty yards. Adam slowly removed and arrow from the quiver, sliding it through the whisker biscuit sliding the nock onto the bow string. He hooked the release to the nocking loop, and began to draw back when it hit him. Adam wanted the buck, not a doe.

Adam relaxed his draw, and scanned around. A few more doe had came into view, but there wasn’t a single buck. He figured maybe another hunter had gotten his trophy buck, he should just take one of the does and call it good. Adam began to draw back on his bow again when a grunt had startled him. He figured it must have been what made the rustling noise earlier. A buck came from the right side of his blind stopping about ten yards in front of him. Adam drew his bow, looking down the sight he froze.

This was his first time taking down big game. When he was younger he had went squirrel and rabbit hunting with his dad. Shooting them was different, Adam didn’t think it would be, but it was. His heart was beating so hard, he hoped the deer would hear it. he was starting to shake, keeping his sight on his target was getting hard. Adam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them it felt like his dad placed his hand on Adams shoulder whispering advice to him, as he remembered what his dad had taught him.

Slow your breathing down son. Nice and easy, look through the peep sight and line up your ten yard pin. Keep your breathing slow and steady. Focus on the target, as soon as you feel at one with your arrow and target, trip the release.

Adam and the buck were breathing in unison, he felt at one with his weapon and prey. Tripping the release sent the arrow straight into the bucks heart. It tried to run off but only made it a few feet before collapsing.

“Thank you, Dad!” Adam said looking up into the sky.

After waiting to make sure the buck was dead, Adam went to check out his kill. It wasn’t the trophy buck he wanted — it was only a six point — but it will still look good on his office wall, and taste just the same.

The End

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