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June 7th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
Now that the Edgar Snatch serial is complete, I’ve started work on my next serial. Previously on my blog, I’d announced a few ideas, but things change and the idea I am working on now is based on an old story written for the FridayFlash hashtag on Twitter.
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May 28th, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink
The hammer breathed in Snatch’s grip; it swayed back and forth and threatened to drop down onto Laura’s head at any second. The bright flashlight beam stayed focused on Snatch’s face, and the officer holding that flashlight continued barking orders.
His words could have been in a different language.
Snatch didn’t hear them.
He focused on Laura.
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May 21st, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
It’s almost time for the last issue of A Man Called Edgar Snatch to be released. I plan to post the last installment of the current series within a few days, to wrap up the story of Edgar Snatch.
The final installment will answer a few questions, and pose a few more.
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May 7th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
The tree line loomed ahead as Snatch stumbled forward, on his way to the wonderful woods. The trees called to him as he felt the heat of the flaming farmhouse behind him. The flickering fire danced and threw wicked shadows against the dark tree line, shapes that Snatch thought he could see the Reaper and the dead mouse in.
Snatch’s senses stumbled less than he did. He could hear the sound of gravel crunching as more squad cars pulled into the farmhouse’s driveway and smell the sweat beading on each officer’s forehead. He saw the shadows swirling against the tree line as he stumbled toward the thin first line of trees.
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May 3rd, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
I killed Mother.
Snatch’s words ran through his head as he spoke them. They seemed unreal, twisted, warped, surreal. He gagged and fought back the rush of acid up his throat. His tongue convulsed in his mouth.
“No,” he said, turning to look at the Reaper in his old farmer guise. “It’s not possible.”
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April 30th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
I see them come and go every single day that I sit here in this booth at this seedy little bar. Guys, you know the ones, that come in and think they’re going to redefine what it is to be a criminal. These young morons come in off the streets having seen one too many crime movies, mob movies, cop movies, and now they think they understand how this world works. They think they understand what it is to pull a trigger and blow a man’s life away. » Read the rest of this entry «
April 21st, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
Phillip’s heart hammered in his chest as he sat at the table, surrounded on all sides by observing clergymen. Even over the sound of rushing blood in his ears, he could hear their whispers and musings that they dared speak aloud while they all waited for the Minister.
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April 20th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
Surrounded by the blinking lights and humming fans of multiple computers and test equipment, John and Richard discussed the experiment.
“They call it The Darkness,” John said. “The place you go when you finally realize.”
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April 18th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
Laura’s eyes rolled back in her head after the gun’s barrel connected with her temple. It only took seconds for her temple to swell and change to a dark purple color. She stayed conscious and fought her eyes back into position, so she could look at Snatch.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked. Her voice trembled and weakly crawled forward.
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April 18th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
“You ever get that feeling? You know. That itch, the strange little catch you get in your brain when you look at someone in a public place, and you know for a fact that they’ve just looked away from you a microsecond before you looked in their direction.
Yeah. I get that feeling a lot.”
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