Tag: #fiction
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Clubber…a fresh snippet of the work in progress…unedited, incomplete…
Tammy walked over, bag in hand, with Lilly right behind her. “Preliminary cause of death,” Tammy began, “was blunt force trauma to the head. I’ll do the usual work up, and see what other surprises await. Give me a couple of days, and I’ll have something for you.” With a nod to Katlyn, Lilly and…
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Clubber…fresh writing, straight from the desk of Jayce Wellspring…unedited, incomplete…
Konan studied his new partner, his eyes taking in the woman known as Detective Katlyn Prescott. She stood a flat-footed 5’8 and in heels she stood near 6’0. Her red hair, styled in a pixie cut, meshed well with her blue-grey eyes. Katlyn was toned, at least from what Konan could observe, and she carried…
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Clubber…new writing, unedited, incomplete…
Detective Katlyn ‘Razor’ Prescott laced and unlaced her fingers outside the maintenance shop, and she kept shoving her left sleeve up to check the time. She let out an exasperated sigh and watched the crime scene personnel fingerprint the doorway. Where is he? She muttered under her breath. Tammy Bowen, Medical Examiner for Fredericksburg, smiled…
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Clubber…A Thermopolis Konan and Dr. Katlyn Prescott Mystery…The beginning…unedited…
The screams of Tara A. Nikita echoed off the walls of the abandoned workshop that housed her. “No one can hear you,” a masked figure said to her. “You’re all alone here. Well, except for me of course.” “Who are you? Why do this to me?” Tara sobbed, frantically trying to get out of the…
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The next part of Goldilocks and the TTB…unedited…
The heavy stomp of muddy boots sounded on the wooden plank sidewalk outside of the General Store, and Goldilocks peeked out the window from the second floor. Abel Grimley and two others stood outside the door. One of the men, the tallest of the trio, shoved the door in and it banged off a barrel…
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Burn…an old short story gets rewritten…
Red trails of light glinted in the surface of the puddles of water outside of the bus terminal. Normally, tires whined on the dry pavement, but on this dreary day they made a sloosh sound. I sat on a damp bench underneath an overhang and paid little attention to the hum of life that went on…
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Good afternoon!
Howdy from North Mississippi! I’m just sitting down to write a post for my blog. This morning was full tilt. My wife and I went down to the VA first thing this morning for some lab work. Then, we made our way toward home, making intermittent stops along the way. Last night, I rewrote and…
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Clown World: Book Two continues…unedited rough draft…
The conference room, it was an empty tan tent that served as a conference room, held only a large table. A table that Rae and her boogaloo bandits had acquired from a local furniture store, along with a dozen chairs. Francis stood at the head of the table, stogie in her mouth, and a hard…
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Another piece of Clown World: Book Two…unedited…
Prior to the end of the world, many people thought that forward progression required concessions made for the slightest wrong or the most major offenses.Concessions were made, and then things went full tilt into outrageousness. It wasn’t long before those with no gripes felt they were entitled to a whole slew of freebies. Work went…
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A snippet of Clown World: Book Two…unedited…
Francis and Jonah waited for us in front of the command tent. Francis crossed her arms and frowned. Her stogie jutted upwards. The ash broke off and fell to the earth. Jonah let out a sigh of relief when Rae stepped out. He shook his head and walked toward her. Rae hugged Jonah and let…
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