Author: Dan Decker (page 1 of 23)

New Short Story: The Sawyer Gambit

The Red Survivor is minding its own business when the peaceful Plethki suddenly attack them.

When Captain John Marchant orders the ship to prepare to respond in kind, First Officer Nick Williams immediately challenges the captain’s plan, fearing there is more than meets the eye to this sudden attack.

As Nick struggles to persuade Marchant to wait until they know more, the Plethki ship finally answers their hail.

Instead of facing the Plethki Captain, they are looking at Sawyer, a man from Marchant’s past who has come to collect a debt and is willing to kill them all if he isn’t paid.

In the Red Survivor Mission Chronicles, this is a standalone space opera short story that focuses on the inherent tension between Marchant and Williams. Fans of space opera will enjoy this story, buy your copy today!

Sneak Peek

“Brace for impact,” Ensign Redding said, her voice high and out of breath as she held the console in front of her for support, “and one more after that.”

Marchant swore. “No response to our hail?”

“None, sir,” Redding said. “I will keep trying, it appears they want to rattle—” She broke off. “Another Plethki ship has decloaked, bringing the total to three.”

“If they were trying to get our attention,” Marchant said, “they have it! How are we coming on loading the torpedo bays?”

“Still a couple minutes out,” Redding said. “I am keeping them up to date on when to expect impact. The explosions are making it difficult to load the bays, sir.”

“Damage report?”

“Minimal. Your assessment is probably correct, sir. They just want to get our attention.”

“Captain,” I said, “none of this makes any sense. The Plethki are a peacekeeping people, why would they fire torpedoes at us. We shouldn’t return fire until we know more. What if their ships have been commandeered and their people taken hostage?”

“Get those torpedoes loaded,” Marchant yelled without looking at me.

Monsters & Mayhem #1 available now!

New Short Story: Grizzly Wolf

Just in time for Halloween:

Monster Country: Recruit

Monster Country: Recruit is available on Amazon:

New Short Story: Exit

Hank is in the prison yard when the horizon suddenly turns into a pyrotechnic display of fire and brimstone. The guards force the prisoners back inside, but not before Hank sees the prison walls crumble. He is about to escape when a guard stops him.

As he is taken back to the cellblock, all he can think about is escaping. He tries to convince the guards in vain that they need to run or they risk death and destruction from whatever is outside.

Just when Hank thinks that he has found a way out, things take a turn for the worse and he is pitted against a guard who is just a treacherous as any murderer behind bars.

The monster inside Hank calls for the guard’s blood while monsters without threaten his life and chaos reigns.

In this short story of alien invasion, mayhem, destruction, Hank must walk the line between his moral boundaries and the future, facing his own internal demons as well as enemies on all sides. Fans of action-packed science fiction alien invasion adventures will enjoy this story. Pick up your copy today!

Sneak peek

The sky lit up in flame from the corner of my eye. At first, I thought it was a flash of lightning. I turned expecting to see a coming thunderstorm but a wall of fire filled the horizon, reminding me of the alien invasion movies I’d seen as a kid, only those were not as powerful and striking as what now filled the atmosphere.

Cries came from the other inmates but I tuned them out, my eyes unable to look away. There was a singular beauty to the event, but it was also indescribable in a way that filled me with utter horror.

The prison siren went off.

I’d only ever heard it a handful of times. One time, an idiot had tried to make a break for it while we were all in the yard. The guards rushed to surround him but then watched with amusement when he came to the rolls of razor wire at the top of the chain link fence.

They had laughed.

I didn’t get to see what happened next because they rounded us up and sent us inside. The guards claimed he fell but I wasn’t so sure. At the very least it was likely they’d done something to make him lose his grip. Another time, we’d all been out in the yard when there had been a tornado alert and I’d heard the same siren.

The guards blew whistles and yelled. My fellow inmates ran for the door, but I stood transfixed.

New Short Story: Money Games

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New Short Story: Nameless Man

I have a new Jake Ramsey short story out!

Blood Games – Episode 25



This week’s episode features a chapter from Blood Games, Jake Ramsey Book #3, the first book Black Brick is available as a free ebook from most ebook vendors. Here is an excerpt from the show: 

THE REST OF THE drive passed slowly, with Kris making several more attempts to talk me out of my plan.

“You don’t have to come,” I said on the third try. “It’s better if you don’t.”

I wished I would have thought to look through Gary’s wallet when I’d searched him and the woman back in the alley. If I’d have known about his keycard, I would have gagged the two of them and made sure they wouldn’t be found for hours.

It was too little too late now, but I had an opportunity I could not afford to pass up, if we hurried and made it to the DataRader headquarters before they were found.

“You can’t do this alone and I’m all the help you have right now,” Kris said. “Unless you think Shannon is going to help.” There was something strange in her voice when she mentioned Shannon, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Her words rubbed me raw, so I took several seconds to calm down before responding. She didn’t know Shannon was the last person I wanted to think about right now, it wasn’t her fault.

“I can handle myself,” I said through clenched teeth.

“That’s part of the problem. You’re out of control. How many people died at Reed’s place? Or was all that blood from men who walked away?” She took my silence as an affirmation that her guess was close to the mark. “You need to stop before you do something you won’t be able to live with. I know you, Jake. This isn’t you.”

I thought of how I’d almost killed Gary Walker back at the alley. I’d been prepared to do it. It was because the woman had caved that he still had his life. Kris’ words were having more of an effect on me than I would have liked. She must have taken my lack of response as evidence she was getting through to me because she continued talking. 

“All the people you killed, they deserved it, right? That’s what you’re telling yourself. Are you certain they’re part of Reed’s supposed criminal enterprise? How do you know they weren’t just his security guards?”

“You’ve seen the videos–” I began, but she cut me off.

 

New Short Story Published on Amazon: Silent Warehouse



Jake Ramsey is on the run. At every turn, he has people who want to kill him.

After narrowly escaping an attempt on his life, Jake chases his attacker to a warehouse. Even though he suspects a trap, he follows the man inside. As Jake comes face to face with his would-be assassin, he is forced to decide how far he is willing to go to save his own life.

And how much destruction he’ll leave in his wake.

Jake looks into the abyss of his soul as he fights his way through. If you enjoy thrillers with twists and turns, this short story is for you. Pick up your copy today!

Sneak Peek

THE LIGHTNING ILLUMINATED THE alleyway before me as rain trickled from my hair, down my neck, and onto my back. For a moment I saw the way in front of me clearly, a trash bin to the left and empty pallets to the right.

Then it was gone, plunging into darkness as I wrapped my hand around my pistol, my finger itching for a target.

I stepped up against the wall to hide my profile while my eyes adjusted to the lower level of light.

I wouldn’t have been able to see at all if there hadn’t been a dim light halfway down the alley.

Keeping my pistol up, I used my shoulder to wipe away the rainwater from my face.

My instincts told me to flee, but I ignored them, knowing it was my paranoia doing the talking.

I shuffled forward, not caring that I went through a puddle as cold water seeped into my shoes. They were soaked anyway; I didn’t feel a difference.

I could see through the pallets and was certain Gary wasn’t hiding there. I was shortly on the other side of the trash bin and cleared that as well.

Where had the man gone? I wondered. How had he found me?



New Short Story: Red Survivor

The Red Survivor is on a critical peacekeeping mission to deliver an ambassador to negotiate the end of a war that has humanity on the brink of extinction.

When Captain John Marchant orders the ship to respond to a distress call, First Officer Nick Williams immediately challenges the captain’s order. Nick struggles to persuade Marchant that the effort is futile and they are best served by staying on course to deliver the ambassador.

Ships explode, tempers flare, and their vessel is put in danger as the two square off.

In the Red Survivor universe, this is a standalone space opera short story that focuses on the inherent tension between Marchant and Williams. Buy your copy today!

Sneak Peek

“Starships can’t slow from above the speed of light in the time you’re demanding.” I kept my voice even and calm, though I was explaining something any first-year cadet would have known. “Is it possible, sir, that you’re letting your feelings get in the way of your impeccable judgment?”

He usually responded well to flattery, but it only served to further agitate him. He moved to take a swing. I stepped back and brought up my arms to protect myself.

The blow never landed.

His fist stopped midair.

“You’re relieved of duty, Commander,” Marchant said, his voice bristling with emotion like a hot blade thrust into a cold bath.

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