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The Green Serpent

In a dystopian future where the population has been decimated by war and rampant illness memories are harvestable and sold to the highest bidder

One Week Window

In the near future, the police force has been privatized and purchased by a television network. The network has set up a television show, “One Week Window,and the catch is this: if the crime is not solved in a week, it is dropped, both from the show and from the police priority list.

Lexicon of the weird

Stories from "The Lexicon of the Weird" are the twisted tales of a world controlled by the Undead who are in the middle of a shadow war for control over the future of mankind.

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A Slam Dunk

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Thursday, August 7, 2014

into the mess


            The order to move out came at two the next morning, and when Christie was shaken roughly awake from where she had dozed off on the backseat of a Humvee, she found herself staring into the familiar, yet unwelcome face of Chevalier. He looked much improved from when she had seen him the night before, but that was a bit like saying that a car wreck looked better with the mangled corpses removed.

Monday, July 28, 2014

and now....


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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Origins...


            From where he lay on the ground, Roland could see carrion birds circling, nimble as angels on the evening breeze. His eyes tracked them intently, and, despite the small trickle of blood that ran from the corners of his mouth, he managed a smile. 

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Chapter Twenty Seven


                  David awoke in the hospital with an intravenous tube in his arm and his limbs restrained. Groggily he became aware of his surroundings. He could also see the silhouette of a uniformed policeman through the vertical glass window that every hospital room door seemed to have. Greta was sitting in the bedside chair, her eyes bloodshot and tired.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Roland is hungry


            The buildings shuddered as they began to collapse, the fire eating away at their foundations quicker and cleaner than any termite. Main street was illuminated as brightly as the noon sun, the light a much more beautiful amber than the hated ball of plasma had ever produced, and it was enough to make Dinah tremble from head to toe.