James Pyles's Blog, page 158

April 10, 2018

Dark Mirror

When Chance Bailey returned to his deceased father’s estate, he found nothing but refuse and rubble. The woman he had a “chance” encounter with in that dive bar on the wharf had been his long-lost sister, and she had taken the bulk of the old man’s wealth, which should have been their shared inheritance. Now […]
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Published on April 10, 2018 06:48

April 9, 2018

The Pit Fiend Promise

The lady in the black satin dress walked into the bar because of the Pit Fiend Promise she had made. Except for the cocktail waitresses, she was the only woman in the place, and the men all turned to watch her walk in. Some obviously thought she had incredible assets both below the hemline and the […]
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Published on April 09, 2018 05:22

April 8, 2018

An Unlikely Seagull

Sixteen year old Jeff would do anything, even go to the zoo with his parents and brothers, rather than deal with Suzanna’s jealousy. He had to turn off the ringtone and vibrate features on his iPhone and block the SMS service so she couldn’t call or text him. At first, he thought he was going […]
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Published on April 08, 2018 12:04

The Too Close Encounter

Captain Isaiah Morrison, for such had he once been called, late of the Confederate States Army, having found himself without a home or family, thanks to that damned Yankee Major General William Sherman and his “Scorched Earth policy,” had spent these past ten years in the Territories of the untamed West prospecting for gold (among other activities). […]
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Published on April 08, 2018 08:39

April 7, 2018

Return to Cowra

Hands trembling slightly, the middle-aged Japanese man walked into the bar at the Billinudgel Hotel. “What’ll it be, Sir?” “A beer. Whatever you have on tap.” She selected a glass and filled it with liquid amber topped with a healthy froth. “There you go. Name’s Marge. You’re not the usual guest we get around here.” […]
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Published on April 07, 2018 06:50

April 5, 2018

The Uneasy Pact

Dani was with the Davidson children, all of them dressed regally if somewhat uncomfortably, sitting under a grand silken tent, served drink and treats by elven servants, while the Queen of Direhaven, Janellize, sat in front of them next to the golden dragon Shay, the two of them marvelously displayed against the backdrop of a magnificent waterfall. […]
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Published on April 05, 2018 19:13

When Science is Wrong

“Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen. My name is Dr. Eric Sandersen, Director of Climate Studies at the American Foundation of Science Awareness. My studies of climatic changes due to atmospheric pollutants based on a half-century of data compiled by my department have shown conclusively that the Earth is headed toward an imminent and catastrophic ice […]
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Published on April 05, 2018 06:55

April 4, 2018

The Next Treasure Dive

She was waiting for them when the two men pulled into the sports center’s parking lot in Pitt’s 1948 Model 135 Delahaye. It was a cool, cloudy Sunday in early April and Arvada’s annual kite festival was on the verge of being rained out. “You sure know how to travel in style, Mr. Pitt.” The […]
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Published on April 04, 2018 07:16

The Ghost of the Montreal Symphony House

The Montreal Symphony House had been built less than a decade before, but something much older was there. It caused the ornate lighting to sway and cell coverage was always spotty. His name used to be Erik, and his spirit was first manifest in Paris over a century ago. After departing from there, he has […]
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Published on April 04, 2018 04:53

April 3, 2018

Returning to Life

They seemed just two more Asian tourists sitting on a bench watching the ferry at Angel Island. “When did you die here?” During her lifetime, she would never have asked such as direct question of a man, but death is very liberating. “1899.” He was staring at the ferry and the multinational conglomeration of visitors, […]
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Published on April 03, 2018 10:37