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…)
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…)
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…)
I stood in the shadows at the edge of the silent alleyway, enfolded in early morning darkness. Across the street, the neon bar sign flashed “Mel’s Brewery” once every three seconds. Beneath the name, on an alternating three seconds, it flashed the question, “Ready for a beer?” and the correct time on the hands of a neon clock, now one-forty-six.… (more…)
1. Writers write. Leaders lead, cooks cook, writers write. If you are a writer, you write. That you write well, that you write many words or that you write in a particular genre, 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… (more…)
The man carried the large bundle over one shoulder as he padded quickly down the stairs. Light from the street filtered through the sheer curtains but otherwise the darkness was complete. He almost tripped over the small dog gasping for air at the foot of the stairs, poison-filled froth dribbled from its small mouth. Poor pup, needed to be done… (more…)
It Begins I walked quickly through the woods, thinking about the morning so far. It was all some kind of crazy mystery. When the team and I woke and gathered in the Commons for breakfast, we discovered the end of the building was missing and the woods had grown up in the space overnight. In addition, some of our utility… (more…)