A Working Progress Continued

“Regarding the evidence collected in the Springfield case, direct forensic comparisons have not been requested yet, but they provided preliminary reports and photos. The blood type on the knife matches our victim and the dimensions on the blade appear to match the puncture wounds. Ownership of the jewelry has not been determined, but three of the employees at the library stated that Lynch wore a gold charm bracelet that fits the description of one found on the perp. And most of all, although the prints we lifted in her apartment are light, they match McSweeney’s, all of them; the window, the chair in the kitchen and the doll.”

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Of Marginal Importance Continued…

“He wasn’t blind miraculously, but the impact severed so much in and around the eye socket that he would never be able to open the reconstructed lid more than halfway, which was fine because he still had his eye and he didn’t like patches. He kept the helmet and some of the shards they pulled out of his face, he named the stones actually, all nine of them, eerily similar on a smaller scale to the planets in our solar system. He joked with his friends that he got hit with the “big bang.” He also discouraged all attempts to label him a hero stating strongly our heroes are draped in old glory and he wasn’t one of them. His sister dubbed him Slanty when she visited his hospital room two months later. They laughed and hugged and he loved the identifier. Now, even his mother calls him Slanty and why not.”

A Working Progress…

His disenchantment with humanity, since early childhood mind you, fueled by chaos and conflict propelled him to find his way. Three months after his discharge, hopping around Eastern Europe he found his soul mates, kindred malefactors bent on devastation. Some of his new acquaintances held deep ideological convictions, but many others lacked any sense of higher purpose or religiosity. And these others were his real kind. As anywhere else where people assemble, cliques formed and his gaggle thought martyrdom was stupid and self-absorbed and teased their fellow “devout” trainees. For him, a step further, claiming they were ethically disingenuous. He supported his assertion with several points: Mere death for a cause is not true martyrdom; by definition it requires significant suffering…

Gettin’ Paid

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“Gettin’ Paid” transports readers to a world of crime and choice through the eyes of street thug Nat Turner. Through his life of crime, from department store rushing to stickups to drug spot hits, the story provides a glimpse of a world many live, and more choose to ignore. Whether you are a cashier, a dope pusher, or a bank robber, life comes down to choice. So choose right.

“The doorknob turned and a light entered from the hallway. Nat struck at the sound of a faint pop. Swinging the curtain aside he caught a falling, jerking body. Poodle quickly shut the door and darkness returned. In his out-stretched arms, Nat held a mass of no significance that twitched and shuddered violently…”

A Wake of Vultures

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Follow Shelton Chestnut Fanning and Slaw Spokes as they try to stay alive in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Struggling to make it out of New Orleans, the pair devise a brilliant but dangerous plan to steal scrap from the abandoned city wreckage. But while trying to escape society’s bonds that chain so many in, each man comes face to face with his own humanity…

Of Marginal Importance

Welcome to my site, where I will post periodic updates on my writing works in progress. Currently I’m working on my latest short story “Of Marginal Importance,” concerning a “marginal” subject that involves us all…

“Queer, flighty, isolated and other than her own opinion, completely overlooked and often unseen by everyone, yet my dear was essential to your life even proceeding. Intrigued? You should be for there are many like her all over your world so marked. Human oddities that may appear to you to be irrelevant or surplus or better off dead to lessen the irritations in your life, but unknown to you they are so much more significant and important than you will ever be. And the key here is that they are unknown to you…

Some are fat, grossly obese and a burden to all even the furniture; some are slow, fossil slow and extremely difficult to bear (no correlation with furniture intended); some are so goofy that you just want them to drown already. Others are so shy they don’t even look at themselves, or so clueless they don’t know themselves, or so fearful they don’t want to move. And the list goes on ad nauseam to you and your kind, you better examples of people. You know these ones I speak of don’t you? They’re never invited to your parties or flirted with at the checkout or even granted a smile to advertise your whitened teeth. But they are so critical, these marked souls, and to me and my brethren they are gold in your world of gray molten lead. Each worth so much more than a stadium full of you and they will never know it…

So this tale is a focus, a specific focus on one of these crucial lives fated with an exceptional task that will go unnoticed by all but those of us who tend your miserable flock in order to ensure this pigeon coop called earth is suitably maintained…”

Comments are welcome as always, thanks for the read, more to come…