I’m really only writing this because Anna said I’d go crazy out here if I didn’t. I don’t know, might just lose it anyway.
I imagine this must feel somewhat like skydiving. Standing on the edge of a precipice, somewhere between glory and oblivion. No going back. No quitting while ahead. All you can do is jump.
I tell ya, after 37 years on the force, you think nothing can really surprise you anymore. You start getting comfortable in your desk chair, waiting for the next call to come in. Couple homicides before lunch. Enjoy a minestrone while catching up on the news for an hour. Maybe spend the afternoon working on…Read more Terra 6
Nothing Ventured. Nothing Gained.
Your first breath comes in a gasp, filling your ears with sound. For exactly half a second you think you’re in bed, but soon that leaves too as your spine starts to bend backwards with nothing to support it. Nothing anywhere. Zip. Nada. Twist. Writhe. Try to right yourself. Soon you realize there is no…Read more Nothing Ventured. Nothing Gained.
She had missed the last train and there was only one person she knew in the whole city. Her friends had gone home earlier, but nooooo she wanted to stay with the tanned hunk she’d been pulling at the club. He’s nice, she said. I’m probably gonna stay at his, she said. Turned out, he…Read more Stumbling Home
Write a story involving a detective investigating a crime his partner committed. 10 mins. I knew Bobby hadn’t done what they said he’d done. I knew Bobby for nearly fifteen years now. He wudn’t no angel. He was a piss-drinking, shit-talking, short-tempered sonofabitch, but murder? Nah. Deep down Bobby was a softy. He couldn’t hurt…Read more Bobby Falcon
Outside The Window
Another cloudy day in Auld Reekie. Thankfully not another day it earns that name, though. The weather is warming in April, despite the clouds. Even the wind doesn’t bite so much when it’s just a few degrees warmer. It just pushes the clouds along at a breakneck pace, rushing them off to somewhere else east…Read more Outside The Window
I told him not to get an Apple iCoffee, and now the world’s ending. Could’ve gone with Folgers, Nespresso, or an ancient percolator; hell, I would’ve taken instant coffee and a kettle. But no. Aaron had to be all tech-savvy and get the latest and greatest piece of faux-minimalist plastic crap from Steve Jobs’ house…Read more An Improvement
“Get out of the car with your hands up”
Those words sent my stomach plummeting down to the bottom of my shoes. Was he serious? What did I do? What could I do? I looked at the cop in my side mirror. He looked serious enough. One knee down, service weapon pointed right at my car. Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.…Read more “Get out of the car with your hands up”
Fear Deren’s skin shook with every beat of his heart pounding out of his chest. His lungs felt bathed in ice and his muscles burned alive in acid. He kept running. The shadow at the back of his neck curled around his heart, squeezing, ripping, tearing at him as he fled. Anger Kren’s vision…Read more Emotions