Bliss Carter: The Case of the Nowhere Bridge

Chapter 1- Just Another Day at Work The LED headlamp strapped to my forehead illuminated my pistol and several feet of the tunnel ahead. I hadn’t planned to be crawling down a tunnel, only slightly larger than I am, beneath the city of Arkham, Massachusetts, at half-past midnight, but such is the life of a … Hmm, as I thought… (more…)

Writers write.

Leaders lead, cooks cook, writers write. If you are a writer, you write. That you write well, that you write many words, that you write in a particular genre, or get paid is all description, detail after the fact. A writer writes, so to be a writer, you must write. The intent of the statement is not to ensure you… (more…)

The Extraordinary Case of Bliss Carter: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – I’m Late and Overhear Stuff I was fifteen minutes late to the funeral, pulling into the funeral home parking lot just as the police directed the last few cars onto the road heading to the gravesite. As the ward of Lady Elizabeth Southwell, I had been trained to be on time, and in truth, she would be… (more…)

The Lightning Lord: Chapter One

Chapter 1 – Deadwood Agent Elizabeth Persimmon Shuttleworth, kicked at a small pile of charcoal, the gray ash puffed into the air for a second before settling on the pointed toe of her well-polished black cowboy boot. She reached down and pulled a small doll head from the charred wooden remains of someone’s home, probably the bedroom of a little… (more…)

The Boy

I looked across the space between the young boy and I. ‘Brown,’ was the only word that seemed to encompass not only the description of the dead grass and exposed soil, but included my mood and the general miasma of the setting. It had not rained in the past — I couldn’t remember. It felt odd that me, an avid gardener… (more…)

Sarah Anne Wisemueller: A Sisters of the Secret Mystery Story

Sarah Anne Wisemueller sat on the back steps of Sisters of the Secret Mystery, the orphanage her Uncle Thomas had dropped her off ten years ago. She looked across the dark paved playground, remembering. Back then, at seven, she was one of the children hanging from the monkey bars, but now at seventeen, she had different feelings as she watched… (more…)

The Thing in the Attic

  “Jerry,” Kim yelled from the kitchen. “What,” I responded from the living room, feeling lucky she decided to bug me during a commercial and not during a play. When I married the woman she had given me the distinct impression she liked sports. I mean an exuberant ‘like,’ not quite fan-girl level but close. All through our dating and… (more…)

O’er Mountains to the Sea

Everything was fine as they began their first night in the mountains. The whole convoy was in high spirits as they left the comfortable homesteads of their people which surrounded the central settlement. Ten years had passed since their crash landing on Darkworld, as some had begun to call it, and in that time the settlers, now known as “pilgrims,”… (more…)

Anthony D Faircloth – Special Christmas 2015 Newsletter

The Nonplus Adventures of a Self-publishing Writer: Merry Christmas, and happy holidays! Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday season,to everyone. I thought I’d drop everyone a special line as to what’s going on at the ol’ Faircloth Family micro-farm. The chickens are well, though their laying is decreased due to the season. In last year’s Christmas newsletter I reported about a… (more…)

Anthony D Faircloth – Sepoctemberish Newsletter

The Nonplus Adventures of a Self-publishing Writer: Things I’ve Learned (PT 1) I’ve been writing now for several years. In no way is this an exclamation of superiority, or to imply I know what I’m doing. Frankly, most of time it feels just the opposite, but all I know to do is keep, ‘doing.’ A writer friend told me that… (more…)