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…”

A Hot Day Down South…new writing…unedited but complete…

Konan laid it all out for Kathy. Her vehicle was running so there was no chance they could be overheard. As they talked Kathy listened to every detail. She never interrupted him. Suddenly, Konan had an epiphany.  “Holy Jesus,” he muttered softly. Kathy looked at him and waited for her friend to answer. Konan staredContinue reading “A Hot Day Down South…new writing…unedited but complete…”

A Hot Day Down South…new writing, unedited and incomplete…

Kathy and Konan sat in silence until Tomas came in to take Konan to the lineup. He was given number 5 and marched in with the other four men. They faced to the right and was then told to face center.  “It’s number five,” the witness said.  “Are you sure,” Tomas asked. The witness nodded. Continue reading “A Hot Day Down South…new writing, unedited and incomplete…”

A Hot Day Down South…new writing, unedited and incomplete…

Konan dreamed of Lilly. It was the same dream he had before. Lilly reached for him, and he tried to grasp her hand. Except this time she was nailed to the floor and screamed his name. He sat up in the bed covered with sweat. His sheet was drenched, and his mouth was dry. KonanContinue reading “A Hot Day Down South…new writing, unedited and incomplete…”

A Hot Day Down South…new writing…unedited and incomplete…

The ride home was silent. Konan’s mind was plagued by the day’s events. He felt as if he betrayed Ashley, now Wiggins and Tomas informed him that the case was shut by Mayor Smith. It was a day of betrayal and bad news. ‘I should call myself Benedict Arnold.’ Konan got off the bus andContinue reading “A Hot Day Down South…new writing…unedited and incomplete…”