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Friday, July 26, 2013

Chapter Eleven

       David stared up at Billy as the man started to roll the camera, it’s cold, dead eye trained on the image of John Richland on Armstrong’s desk, “Why don’t you tell the viewers at home why it is that you are so keen on digging up the past?”

Thursday, July 25, 2013


       It had been three weeks, and every day when Sera went to work at Rawlins, McGuire and Smith, and each day she had to step over the woman who had set up shop on the steps leading up to the place. Sera wasn’t wealthy: she, like all of the others living below the Domes, scraped by on her wits and good luck.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

The Saint- Part Three

There was a special section of the city that hadn’t fallen into complete and utter ruin like the rest. It was nestled against one of the umbilical poles holding up a Dome , and the four or five buildings that stood there actually looked clean and almost elegant until the smog cleared a little and one stood within fifty feet of them.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Chapter Ten

       “Turn the camera off.” David grunted, his fingers white on the wheel. Billy, who had been flipping the camera back and forth between Rosie in the back of the car to David in the front, blinked at him and shook his head, “I can’t. I have a contract.”

Friday, July 12, 2013

The Saint-Part Two

      “You really expect me to get on that thing?” Karen scowled at Robert and she gently kicked at the front tire of an ancient motorcycle.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Perfection 2000

        Sergeant Airen Dey sat awkwardly at the edge of the spa bed, her eyes fixed on the tiled floor that was almost entirely clouded in shadow, considering that the only light in the room came from four candle simulations that had been brought in to make the mood more womb-like and relaxing, or at least that is what the pamphlet had said.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Chapter Nine

David pulled up in front of a tiny apartment complex that practically screamed “student housing.” It had taken him most of the night cross-referencing the data base at Atlas to come up with Rosie’s last name and address, and now that he was here he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Les Bercaux

       In New Crimea, there were the wealthy, the poor, and the people who were so penniless that they belonged to a new group entirely.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Chapter Eight

Lee sat at a table at a local coffee dive that was home to all of the local hung-over drunks on their way to work while trying to keep their out of control alcoholism a secret.