Tom and Larry pulled Frank to a seated position in front of the table Dave was on. Kevin handed Larry a bottle of water, which Frank drank from. The men were quiet. Frank rubbed his knee, which was the first point of impact on his fall. “That’ll hurt tomorrow,” he whispered, “sorry to do that,ContinueContinue reading “Dodging Death Pt. 4 – Fiction”
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Dodging Death Pt. 3 – Fiction
Frank exited the police department an hour later. Chief Dobbin offered some time off. Frank declined, requesting to continue his current caseload. He was especially concerned with a recent murder that happened in the water plant. Earl Kelley was the last operator at the plant two weeks ago. He was found decapitated the next dayContinueContinue reading “Dodging Death Pt. 3 – Fiction”
Dodging Death Pt. 2 – Fiction
Frank Brown sat up in his bed at 4:15am. He touched the other side, expecting to have his wife offer her cheek for a kiss. He felt only the flannel sheets. Frank recalled a strange dream where his son called and said his wife was killed. But it wasn’t a dream… Frank settled into hisContinueContinue reading “Dodging Death Pt. 2 – Fiction”
Dodging Death Pt. 1 – Fiction
The autumn wind ripped down the Main Street of Fishbanks, Maine. Like most New England towns, it was composed of a centralized downtown street surrounded by residential areas. Its Common, known as “Fish Park” had gradually lost its beauty to the gangs of middle school punks. Founded in 1786, following the Revolutionary War, Fishbanks madeContinueContinue reading “Dodging Death Pt. 1 – Fiction”
The Khalate Bombing – Fiction
Prologue: I like drawing maps. In particular, military maps. I like studying how battles were fought. So, I began drawing several iterations of a fictional conflict between two neighboring states. As the drawings progressed, I decided to paint the region as well. This led to the development of the government, culture, and geographical features. EnterContinueContinue reading “The Khalate Bombing – Fiction”
Horn Clan’s Regards
From a prompt: This wasn’t the country he was familiar with. The hills shot up like knives and the air was crisp… The cliffs fell two hundred feet where they met the sea. Jeremiah sat up close to the edge. He pushed himself back like the cliff wanted to eat him. There were few birdsContinueContinue reading “Horn Clan’s Regards”
Relatable Scenes: Mechanic’s Shop – Nonfiction
The clerk typed away at what looked like an old Dell keyboard. Her laptop sat perpendicular to the monitor she was watching. Periodically, she’d glance down at her calendar and yellow notepad. The notepad was nearing the end of its life expectancy with only two or three pages remaining until the cardboard on the bottom.ContinueContinue reading “Relatable Scenes: Mechanic’s Shop – Nonfiction”
Christianity’s Easter Egg – Fiction
Just south of E80 in Istanbul, hidden beneath Küçükçekmece Lake, and away from the hub of the city, there’s a cave. The entrance is blocked by boulders and kept under observation by obedient servants. In the ComSub, Ahmet carefully navigates the lake’s floor. A grizzly man of forty with equally grizzly stubble, Ahmet has usedContinueContinue reading “Christianity’s Easter Egg – Fiction”
Dialogue Only – Writing Exercise
“Tom, did you seriously go behind my back and host another party?” “Listen, Eric, I did it for you.” “You did it for me? That’s funny. Ha!” “Why are you being such a dick about it, man?” “Because this time we got busted. We aren’t supposed to get busted, just fit in more.” “I’m sorry,ContinueContinue reading “Dialogue Only – Writing Exercise”
The Last Party Pt. 2 – Fiction
From Chapter One… The six core members of Denver Association entered the underground complex and laid claim to the rooms designated to them. Leo called for a meeting at 2:30pm. They met in the complex’s kitchen. Leo, Barbara, Tim, and Wes stood around a marble island. Charles and Rachel sat on stools nearby. They sharedContinueContinue reading “The Last Party Pt. 2 – Fiction”