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August 15, 2018
Death by Bic
“Between the booze and the coffin nails, it’s like a monument to death, right Turner?” Detective Gerard Harrington waved his hand over the desk of the deceased while nodding at Officer Dawn Turner. “I guess so, Sir.” She wasn’t a fan of the flamboyant homicide investigator’s style, but everyone in the department knew he was […]
August 14, 2018
Averie
Averie lived in her own little world. I mean, a lot of people are introspective and seem to exist in their personal bubbles, but for Averie, it was the literal truth. Everyone could see her, but the ordinary human brain couldn’t process her specialness, so they didn’t notice her that much. Averie didn’t often notice […]
Waiting for Dana
Joel Carpenter dozed in his rental car waiting for the ferry. Ten hour drive from San Francisco to Boise. Ditched the car, switched IDs, then an hour flight from Boise to Seatac, and another hour to rent a car and get here. What they were doing was beyond illegal. This had better be worth it. […]
August 13, 2018
Gender Fluid Actress Ruby Rose “Not Gay Enough” to Play Batwoman
Actress Ruby Rose has deleted her social media presence after facing a backlash for being cast as “Batwoman” — not from the right, angry that the self-described lesbian character will be played as written, but from the left, who declared Rose “not gay enough” to play the female superhero. I found this quote in an […]
The Loneliness Disease
Charles felt his forehead calescent and damp. Struggling to free himself from the comfort of his bed sheets, he staggered to the window. Pulling open the blinds, he unlatched and then lifted the frame, letting the cool morning breeze into his bedroom. A violent paroxysm of tremors accompanied by dizziness seized him, forcing the older man to kneel […]
August 12, 2018
When I Last Saw My Face
Victor sighed in relief as he put on his face and looked in the mirror. Tucking it into the collar of his black turtleneck, he donned the dark brown fedora to complete the transformation. Dark brown trench coat, gray slacks, brown kid gloves, and Victor Montoya no longer existed. There was only his real identity […]
Only One More
It felt so good to get the crap off of his body, even the nausea-inducing odor with which he was always saturated after each job. This was number eleven. Only one more to go. Each of these increased the chance of him leaving some clue, though so far, the police were chasing nothing more than […]
August 11, 2018
The Unincluded People
Jeremiah Katz never thought he’d see this day, not in America. His youngest grandson, named after his deceased senior uncle, Ezekiel Katz zt”l, at his bris (some of the Goyim call it the Jewish name day), and the mohel, Bernie Posner says afterwards that he’s getting harassing phone calls and texts. “What’s all this?” Jeremiah, […]
The Eagle of Hans Langsdorff
He watched as divers brought up the figurehead of his beloved Graf Spee from the muddy depths where it had lain for nearly seventy years. If he could have wept, bitter tears would have streamed down his face, but this was denied him as well as peace he had sought long ago. Instead, damnation has […]
August 10, 2018
“Finish the Story Challenge” from The Haunted Wordsmith Part 4 – The End
Alright. Fandango over at This, That, and the Other picked up a writing challenge started by Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith and continued by Cheryl at “The Bag Lady.” So Teresa started writing the story, then “tagged” Cheryl to continue it, who then tagged Fandango (real first name unknown) to continue it, and then he […]
