A Hollow Earth Thanksgiving: Hollow Earth Stories, #3

By Robert J. McCarter

A world within our world. A secret tunnel hidden under the Eiffel Tower. A small central sun at the center of our planet warming those lands in the hollow earth. Seas with no horizon because of the concave nature of those lands. Adventures beyond the imagination of the modern man at the dawning of the twentieth century.

 

Finding himself alone on his favorite holiday, American Thanksgiving, seasoned adventurer Marco Walker ventures out into the wilds of this amazing land in search of his friend, Nekta. 

 

The thick, untamed jungle full of uncatalogued dangers is almost too much for Marco, but when he discovers a creature in need, he finds the true meaning of this holiday and maybe, just maybe, makes a new friend he can share it with.

 

From Robert J. McCarter, author of Woody and June versus the Apocalypse, comes an imaginative story of adventure and companionship unlike anything before it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Little Hummingbird Publishing
• Release date: Nov 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9781941153864

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A Hollow Earth Thanksgiving

A HOLLOW EARTH THANKSGIVING

A HOLLOW EARTH SHORT STORY

ROBERT J. MCCARTER

LITTLE HUMMINGBIRD PUBLISHING

CONTENTS

Hollow Earth Stories

1. November 25, 1889

2. November 26, 1889

3. November 27, 1889

4. November 28, 1889

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About the Author

Books by Robert J. McCarter

HOLLOW EARTH STORIES

Each Hollow Earth Story is stand-alone, but things do change in the hollow earth. The chronological order of the stories are:

The Rescue of Jules Verne

Wild and Wise (also available in Explorers: Cuter's Final Cut: Issue Three)

A Hollow Earth Thanksgiving (also available as part of A Weird Holiday Season: A Holiday Anthology)

Find out more at RobertJMcCarter.com/HollowEarth

NOVEMBER 25, 1889

The melancholia that descended on me was quite surprising.

I, Marco Walker, had achieved what few men or women of adventure ever had. I was living in the hollow earth, spending my time under the unblinking central sun, daily discovering things in this strange, dangerous, verdant, volcano-filled land that I had never imagined even a few short months ago.

Gustave Eiffel at the behest of the Hollow Earth Society had sent me down here to rescue Jules Verne who had gotten stranded during his quest to retrieve the golden Scepter of Khufu. This prize was desperately needed to make the finances of the Society whole again and keep the hollow earth a secret. Funds had run dry after Eiffel’s daring drilling of a direct path to the hollow earth while he built his marvelous tower above it.

And rescue the hardy Verne, I had, and fallen in love with this strange world within a world.

In the months since, I had slowly established a livable space here, a raised hut that could keep me safe from the plentiful cockroaches that were a foot long and the ubiquitous and always voracious rats that weighed at startling thirty-five pounds or more.

I had found food beyond the French Army rations I was supplied with and even a kind of friendship with Nekta, the highly intelligent creature that lives down here that must be descended from those that the legends of the Yeti and Sasquatch are based upon.

The central sun never moves, so there is no night, and my work here is exhausting, but this is what I live for. And given