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It sounded like a half dozen German shepherds were being unleashed on the maze. The barking was loud and there was screaming above the barking. It sounded like the Major ordering more troops to the tops of the maze wall. The only upside is that in all the chaos, Henry was still hidden by the [ READ MORE ]
Henry's eyes were beginning to adjust and he barely avoided a pipe jutting out of the wall. He ducked under it just as bullet ricocheted off the pipe. Henry dove to the ground and another two shots rang out, zipping over him and hitting a stack of cr[ READ MORE ]
The lights searching for Henry allowed him to make out some of the important features of the mountains of crates. Henry put his shoes back on, deciding that he could walk quietly enough, since they had no idea where he was. Then he heard the footstep[ READ MORE ]
A metallic thwacking sound and three bare bulbs burst to life. Henry, with his hands still on the table, blinked as his eyes adjusted. He straightened an looked down at the model before him. It looked like a warehouse with tiny boxes stacked on eac[ READ MORE ]
I don't remember why I bought it, but a number of years ago I picked up a copy of Writers Market. This was years before I actually started to write. I remember that it might have been in a bargain box and I found it to be interesting. The book is s[ READ MORE ]
I'm foregoing the traditional "I'm too tired to write" post, in order to talk about another bit of writing I've done recently. A few weeks ago I was asked to write a blog post for the site http:// http://wewantedtobewriters.com/. This was sort of a[ READ MORE ]
Today, I wrote. The piece is call Analyst, and it is about a serial killer. Normally, I'd post that sucker here and call it a blog post, but I've written it for a short story contest. Sometimes they have rules about stuff having been "published" bef[ READ MORE ]
Celine leapt to her feet to answer it, but Henry said, "No, let me." Henry opened the door. Two very large men in dark suits stood side by side. They each carried guns and the one to Henry's right stuck it in his chest and said in a thick accent t[ READ MORE ]
The waiting ate at Henry's soul. For two days he had done nothing but wait for the phone call or delivery. The next move in the chess game that the Major insisted they play. The weight of each moment stack upon the other until it became unbearable. [ READ MORE ]
The days minutia caught up with me. I had some things I needed to get done, related to Two Decades and Counting, which I handled. I did some guest blahging, which is always good for keeping one's name out there. I didn't run, because I was too sore f[ READ MORE ]