TweetRead the previous chapter “Eat” Wafts of burnt flesh spill from the tent, several hours of work and the screams have now become less fervent. Black sky becomes gray and the men patrol for hours through the yelps and yells that dominate the still woods. Outside the tent Jacob waits, keeps guard and tries [...]
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Posted 18 April 2011
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TweetChapter 1:The Price Chapter 2: Buzz Kill Chapter 3: Trekking Chapter 4: Flare Up, Rain Down The first thing he notices is the darkness. The second thing is how the cot he is on sags, like cots do: mere fabric suspended between two metal bars. It would actually be comfortable if his entire body [...]
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Posted 30 March 2011
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TweetChapter 1:The Price Chapter 2: Buzz Kill Chapter 3: Trekking The dirt of the mountain gave way to mud as the rain picked up, and the mud now gives way to rubber threads of tires. The rain is steady, not quite a wall but noticeable enough to trail down over your brow and invade [...]
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Posted 22 March 2011
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TweetChapter 1: The Price Chapter 2: Buzz Kill This forest is cool, dark in the way only secluded areas can be dark while the sun still shines through branches and pine needles. The area looks like any empty track of trees rocks and dirt, except the silent helicopter that stands still in the meadow [...]
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Posted 08 March 2011
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“Where did you get this exactly?” Edward asks under his breath.
“See the guy on the left, red-ish hair?”
“Yeah.”
“Got it from him.”
“As in he gave it to you? You’re borrowing it? It’s on loan?”
“As in sticky fingers.”
“Of course.”
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Posted 08 February 2011
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“Greetings From Sandy Hell.” Wish you were here.
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Posted 01 February 2011
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TweetLIGHTS UP on an apartment kitchen. The morning after Thanksgiving. Steven is seated at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. Jess, his roommate, enters. JESS Goooooood morning! STEVE Mornin’. JESS How’d you sleep? STEVE With all that turkey your mom stuffed in me it’s a miracle I’m awake now. JESS Your family never did big Thanksgivings? [...]
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Posted 28 November 2010
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TweetAUTHOR Where was I going with this, again? Oh, right, a character. CHARACTER enters through back door. AUTHOR (cont’d) No life in you yet, I guess. Hello? CHARACTER No life in you yet, I guess. Hello? AUTHOR Huh. CHARACTER Huh. AUTHOR Well, let’s fix that. Wake up, buddy. CHARACTER What? AUTHOR I said, hello. CHARACTER [...]
She climbed, she slipped. Scrapes covered her legs and the palms of both hands. The ragged bottom of her cocktail dress chaffed at her thighs. Every inch of skin was covered in dull grey dust, accented here and there by rivulets of muddy sweat streaks. Her hair had come loose from its mass of pinned blonde strands, clumps of which dangled across her cheeks and curled down the back of her neck. The sticky smell of hairspray clung to each follicle, its scent sickening in the heat.
She studied her path in fleeting glances between short, exhausted strides. Light from the afternoon sun glinted harshly off glass as she honed in on the building that could save her. It was larger, grander than expected. Lots of large windows and stained wood planks that labeled it a retreat for someone with dollars to spend. Someone who valued their privacy.
Good. At the moment, she did too. No one would look for her here.
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Posted 03 August 2010
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In the next series of frames, he could see Merrimac smoothly part the crowd on his way to check out their suspects.
And then running.
And then falling.
Over and over and over again. Until the scene lost its affect.
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Posted 15 June 2010
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