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Snatch sat at the oak table in the dimly lit room and stared down at the cold cuffs that pinched the skin around his wrists. He stared at his distorted reflection in the silver cuffs and curled his lips to show his teeth. He ran his tongue against their yellow surfaces and realized his mouth tasted stale.

The room, lit with only a single light bulb, was a conference room the officers had hastily turned into an interrogation room. Now, he was alone, while the police argued outside the room about who would question him.
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I started my first steady web serial, A Man Called Edgar Snatch, a few months ago to give this blog a steady stream of fiction for my readers. The Edgar Snatch story is now reaching its climax and the mystery is beginning to  reveal itself. Edgar Snatch’s world is unraveling around him and his crimes, delusions, paranoias and phobias are finally catching up with him.

Once A Man Called Edgar Snatch is complete, I will begin another web serial on this blog called The Fatcat Decision.

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Laura shoved Snatch’s head against the wall.

The impact dazed him and he peered through tunnel vision with his teeth clenched. His temples shook like drum heads stretched too tight.

“Was that a threat?” Laura asked.

Snatch didn’t answer. He couldn’t answer. His mind raced and sent words to his mouth, but the single impact of his forehead against the wall left him speechless, stunned; her action surprised him, shocked him.
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Snatch turned the sledgehammer around in his grip and glanced at the dark brown weighted head. On the end of the sledgehammer’s head, a stain turned the brown metal a sick mixture of purple, crimson and rust-red. Snatch licked his teeth behind his pursed lips and chewed the inside of his mouth.

“Rat,” Snatch said. “I killed a rat.”

Laura exhaled. “Maybe you should try to kill that snake I saw?” She forced a laugh in an attempt to ease out of the tense situation.
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The ground lurched beneath Snatch and he stumbled forward several steps before the ground punched him in his jaw. He recoiled from the pain and reached up to his chin.

A line of blood trickled from his chin.

It took a couple of seconds for Snatch to piece together what happened. When the ground moved under him, like someone snatching a rug from under his feet, he fell. The ground hit him, or he hit it.
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You will notice a distinctly new visual style for the Edgar Snatch header art when the new Edgar Snatch story is released tomorrow. I felt now was the best time to update the visual style for the serial, as Edgar Snatch is currently changing, evolving, and discovering more about himself. He’s learning limitations, his strengths and weaknesses, and falling deeper in the thrall of his own delusions.

Check out the newest Edgar Snatch inspired work to see a glimpse of the new visual style before tomorrow’s story is released.

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Snatch looked down at the mouse and narrowed his gray eyes. He scraped his tongue over his teeth and scratched the greasy stubble of the beard growing under his chin.

“Do you know where my hammer is?”

The dead mouse played dead.

“Do you know where my damned hammer is?” Snatch growled. His voice rumbled in his neck and chest like a diesel engine sputtering along on fumes.
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Snatch pulled away from Laura and pushed off of the bed. He could feel his heart pound in his throat. His tongue moved and his mouth tried to form words but nothing came out.

“What did I tell you?” Snatch asked, finally.

Laura narrowed her eyes and slid to the edge of the bed. She rubbed her neck and cleared her throat. “I just told you. You told me about Danielle.”
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Snatch rolled out of bed and put his bare feet on the floor. He scratched his chin and popped his eyes open to look out into his room. The floorboards from the center of the room still leaned precariously against the wall; he’d never nailed the boards back down. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair and looked down at the floor.

He did not remember coming to bed.

He turned to look out his bedroom window and placed his hand on top of a warm body. He jerked around to stare at a woman in his bed. Her back faced him.

“Danielle?” Snatch shook her.
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Once again, I am changing the Edgar Snatch update schedule. The story of Edgar Snatch will no longer be updated twice a week. Updates to the serial will be posted weekly, beginning Wednesday, the 28th. This new update schedule will give me more time to write ahead, develop the story and add characters. If you think the story of Edgar Snatch has been crazy so far, you haven’t seen anything yet.

In other news, I recently (re)discovered a couple things I wrote several years ago for a (now-defunct) venture called Keep It Coming. I’m reading through these rediscovered works and intend to release the content soon.

Until then, take this short break in the story of Edgar Snatch to catch up, if you haven’t been reading.