“Look at this, will you, just look at this!” John barked as he slapped the morning newspaper with his hand. “I’m telling you, Mary, this world is going to hell in a hand basket.” His wife regarding him from across her breakfast, her coffee half way to her lips. “Is it about Chris getting disqualified [...]
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Posted 19 February 2010
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Note: I needed a small break from Charlie Marley, D.O.A. so I decided to post this little monster for this week. MS. Edgar stood with unsteady legs upon the top step of the small stepstool. The damn thing had one leg considerably shorter than the other making it wobble spastically as the [...]
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Posted 07 February 2010
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At noon the next day, Charlie found himself in what was without doubt the most unusual situation in his life, certainly his death. He found himself sitting front stage center in a massive auditorium facing a sea of reporters. Well over one hundred men and woman sat and stood before him, all staring, cameras clicking [...]
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Posted 31 January 2010
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Templeton opened the massive wooden door leading to his office and ushered Charlie inside. He walked in and was taken aback at the sheer size of the room. At the far end, a single panoramic window allowed for a sweeping view of the park across the street and the imposing capital building on its opposite [...]
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Posted 24 January 2010
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It was one of those interminable long days for Mary Schmidt. She sat alone at the single seat of the information kiosk centered inside the volumous lobby of the records building, quietly applying the finishing touches to what she considered a very fine example of fingernail painting. Her work day was more than half over [...]
It was a cold day in the nation’s capital; cold, gray and bitter. A thick layer of uninterrupted clouds hung in the air, low enough to scrape past the tallest buildings in the city and filtering the sun’s light into a dreary dull hue. A steady brisk breeze pushed the icy air through the [...]
The house on Corning Street was quite small and looked as though it had not been lived in for some time.
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Posted 20 December 2009
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