A Rainy Ripper…Part III, unedited and incomplete…

THERE ARE NO INNOCENTS IN WAR, THERE ARE ONLY LOSERS. WHAT DID THEY LOSE? THEIR HUMANITY.   The wind and rain were relentless. Ally’s briefing of her findings took the better part of an hour.  In that time the storm had worsened.  Lilly and Konan raced to the car. Lilly’s umbrella did not help block theContinue reading “A Rainy Ripper…Part III, unedited and incomplete…”

The Rainy Ripper…Part II…unedited, incomplete…

Konan walked out into the squad room and sat at his desk. Lilly pulled up a chair next to him.  Konan leaned back and waited for Lilly to spill the beans. “Things didn’t go well with Tia, did it?” “It was fine. I figured I would have to face it at some point. It was betterContinue reading “The Rainy Ripper…Part II…unedited, incomplete…”

Town Killer…new writing, unedited and incomplete…

Sunshine drifted in through the cracked blinds in Hanson’s tiny one bedroom apartment. Once again, he was up before his alarm sounded. Hanson slid from his bed, his knees and ankles popped loudly. “I don’t bounce the way I used to,” he muttered grumpily.  He half-walked, half-stumbled into his bathroom. Hanson stared into the mirror.Continue reading “Town Killer…new writing, unedited and incomplete…”

The Rainy Ripper…new writing, unedited and incomplete…

“Rain. Why not? I have always wanted to investigate a murder in the middle of a freaking hurricane.” Thermopolis Konan lifted his collar to shield his neck from the deluge, his ride was supposed to have been here ten minutes ago. “Typical crap, make the new guy wait.” An unmarked Crown Vic pulled up nextContinue reading “The Rainy Ripper…new writing, unedited and incomplete…”

Town Killer…new writing, incomplete and unedited…

The Town-Killer Incident happened on a night like every other night. At least, that’s what the survivors had said.  Everyone around these parts thought a nuclear reactor would bring cutting edge jobs into the community. Grocery stores were built, promises were made, and the cost of living went up in the small town of Fredericksburg. Continue reading “Town Killer…new writing, incomplete and unedited…”

The Recluse…the rewrite continues…unedited and incomplete…

If only life remained simple instead of becoming a complicated, steaming heap of mess.  Billy and Belle spent the remainder of the day at the waterway. They skipped stones and played in the water. Billy and Belle made their way home with the setting sun. Billy walked his friend to the front gate of herContinue reading “The Recluse…the rewrite continues…unedited and incomplete…”

The Recluse…the rewrite continues…new writing, unedited and incomplete…

I know, Billy. Besides, I get to go to church tomorrow. You wanna come with me?” Billy shook his head no. “I’ll pass, Belle. You go on and go. I’ll see you after church, okay?” “Okay.” Davy Ford watched the children from afar. He walked through his house and pulled his drapes shut. He shutContinue reading “The Recluse…the rewrite continues…new writing, unedited and incomplete…”

Just Another Day in Hell…new writing…unedited and incomplete…

I’m a grump. I’ve been one my whole life. It became clear to me while I fought in a war on emotion. I stacked up with my squad outside of this house and waited for the word to breach. One of my mates pointed across the street to a window. My vision only beheld theContinue reading “Just Another Day in Hell…new writing…unedited and incomplete…”

The Recluse…a rewrite…unedited and incomplete…

Off the road, nestled behind pine and oak trees, was a small cabin. A wrought iron fence blocked the entrance to the drive. People would pass by and slow down to look.  ‘Maybe he’s out today,’ seemed to be the consensus of everyone in town. A sign hung from the gate, its message was clear: Trespassers willContinue reading “The Recluse…a rewrite…unedited and incomplete…”

A Hot Day Down South…the complete novella…unedited…

A Hot Day Down South What does one thing have to do with another? At what point do the two intersect? If a person murders another, are they automatically related? Are passionate impulses triggers for homicidal rage? At some point observation will lead one to clues, and the clues will lead eventually to a hypothesis.Continue reading “A Hot Day Down South…the complete novella…unedited…”