Abraham Winston sat on a bench next to the street corner and fidgeted with his hands. In a fit of anxiousness, he rubbed them together, oftentimes in such rapidity as to create enough friction that he could shock unsuspecting strangers. People often stopped and spoke to him. On occasion, he would mutter a word or... Continue Reading →
The Murder Business…the rewrite continues…unedited and incomplete…
Konan looked out over the hollow, the moonlight glinted off the dew-touched leaves, the rays of the moon drifted lazily through the canopy of trees that surrounded the crime scene. Konan sighed a heavy sigh that hinted at pain hidden deep within him. Lilly leaned against him, resting her head upon his broad shoulders.“Where did... Continue Reading →
The Murder Business…The rewrite continues…unedited/incomplete…
Friends until the end.
The Murder Business…rewrite continues, unedited, incomplete…
Baghdad, 2004:Members of Convoy Alpha gathered around the Humvee as Alpha Leader jumped on the hood and said, “Listen up yahoos. Add wild dogs to our list of threats. When dismounted, keep your eyes open.” Konan scoffed and rolled his eyes. His gunner, Samantha Redd, Red Sammi to her friends, laughed and elbowed her truck... Continue Reading →
The rewrite continues…The Murder Business…unedited/incomplete…
The locals described County Road 171 as a goat trail that led to the deepest part of the woods. No streetlights broke up the darkness. Massive hills dotted the landscape, large boulders jutted upwards all around the area. The flash of blue and red lights indicated that Lilly and Konan were in the right spot.A... Continue Reading →
The Murder Business…The beginning of the rewrite…unedited…
The abandoned warehouses stood as a silent witness, along with the full moon that hung precariously in the sky, as two black Chevrolet pickups pulled into an overgrown parking lot. Fifteen minutes ticked by before another black Tahoe joined them. Tia Mathers, Chief of Police for the town of Fredericksburg, stepped out. Mayor Tim Smith... Continue Reading →
A Hot Day Down South…fresh writing, unedited…
Paddy O’Shea stood behind the counter as Tomas and Tasha entered the building. Both had sprinted to the doorway; large drops of rain had dropped on their shoulders and drenched their clothing. “Y’all come on in,” Paddy said. “Thanks,” Tomas said, as he brushed the rain from his over coat. Tasha did the same thing,... Continue Reading →
Another piece of the reconstruction of A Hot Day Down South…unedited…
Chase W. Thornton, troop leader for Fredericksburg Boy Scout Troop Alpha, helped his scouts set up campsite at the grounds of Whiskey Holler and Marshland. This three-day adventure would help the scouts earn merit badges that included: backpacking, camping, exploration, fishing, forestry, geology, and hiking. It would even give the scouts a taste of environmental... Continue Reading →
A Hot Day Down South…The Build Back Better program continues…unedited…
“Speaking of the mayor and what I asked you to do, have you?” “No chief, I’ve been tied up.” “Get untied,” Janko snarled. “Do it today.” Janko stormed away from his detectives, and they watched him go. Konan sighed and looked at Lilly. “Will you finish up with Watterson? I need to…” “Yeah, go ahead.... Continue Reading →
