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CROOKED PIECES - "Specters On A Train"
The wheels of the train scraped against the rails as it came to a stop. Rain pattered more noticeably, in a rage of drops and gusts. As the doors opened, Turbine Dozer leafed a page of his book as his sensors caught the stinging frost of the wind. Looking u...
The wheels of the train scraped against the rails as it came to a stop. Rain pattered more noticeably, in a rage of drops and gusts. As the doors opened, Turbine Dozer leafed a page of his book as his sensors caught the sting...
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CROOKED PIECES - "Broken Things"
He entered the apartment. Slouched, as he closed the door behind him, he neglected the light and trudged through the darkness of his living room then sat on the couch. A small patch of darkness was tinted form the red glow of his eyes. He certainly could’ve...
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CROOKED PIECES: "Absolute Futures"
Nora Stone had been tossing and turning all night, mostly staring at the damn ceiling and wondering why she was so high strung tonight. Maybe it was the fifth guy she’s been with this month, who was sleeping all smug and accomplished next to her; maybe it w...
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CROOKED PIECES - "Smokey Algorithms"
The robot wore a semi-decent brown suit with a brown hat and a checkered tie. He was the all metal kind, one crafted with a distinctive square jaw and a husky stature. When he walked into the bar, only one person batted an eye: a surly, bearded dude named F...
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CROOKED PIECES: "A Mouth Full Of Red"
He coughed blood. Elliot grabbed the knife lying on the ground beside him, more out of instinct than necessity. His eyelids felt super-glued shut, but he managed to open them as if they were muscles he hadn’t used in ages. The two-by-four bruise on his stom...
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CROOKED PIECES - "Power and Absolution"
“For fuck’s sakes, Carl!” groaned Dr. Betsy Lancaster. “Would you please stop picking at your God-damn, fucking beard!” Carlton Hinder rolled his lazy eyes toward her and said, “Huh?” Everyone else, who were all waiting to be teleported to the Venus Zephyr ...
“For fuck’s sakes, Carl!” groaned Dr. Betsy Lancaster. “Would you please stop picking at your God-damn, fucking beard!” Carlton Hinder rolled his lazy eyes toward her and said, “Huh?” Everyone else, who were all waiting to b...
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Digital Sins
Sex on a cloud. Nora couldn’t believe she had never tried this before: she was surfing the virtual internet in a semi-conscious state, as she was naked and making passionate love to Elliot. After just five minutes, they were both sweating and in convulsing ...
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CROOKED PIECES - "Purity and Poison"
Dirt. Dirt. Dirty... Mud and worms. Cold and wet, and then the deathly breeze of the storm. Questions run through her mind, prick down her spine as she stars at the gray skin of her hands, the blackness of her serrated fingernail. She shakes all over, but s...
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Fiction writer, mostly of the hard-boiled action variety. Check out my science-fiction, hard-boiled serial Crooked Pieces, published weekly-ish on my blog. I also share snippets of the posts here, on my Google + profile.
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When The World Burned - "Prologue: Singe Sonata"
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She stood there. Fire and brimstone couldn’t touch her, and the night was full of it. No one seemed to notice her but me, as the riot broke