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Category Archives: Writing Sample
It Should Be
“What is that stuff?” Mike panted, and pointed at the ceiling. Eddie ran his flashlight across the overhang again. “Writing,” he said. “And pictures.” “No kidding.” Mike’s side ached. “But I mean… who wrote it?” “Someone who’s dead now.” The … Continue reading
One Thing You’ll Learn Quick
Mike squeezed the grip of his pistol once to reassure himself that he still had it. “You’re not a rock band.” “Sure we are,” Eddie said. “We’re a hard-working rock band, too. It’s how we pay our way, limited engagements, … Continue reading
MacGyver
“Anyone got anything long and thin?” Mike asked, cold sweat bursting out all over his body. He regretted losing his switchblade in the melee at Butcher’s. “Not at the moment,” Twitch snickered. “No, I mean like a bobby pin or … Continue reading
You Take Point
“Are you alright, son?” he heard Twitch say in the dark. He thought she smelled a little horsey, this close. Adrian groaned, lying under Mike. “You can see?” Mike asked. Then a light snapped on above Mike, and after he … Continue reading
He Died.
“Will he talk to us?” Eddie asked. The guitarist held his shotgun at the ready and kept looking around the mezzanine. “Sure he will,” Adrian said. He put away the lens, unscrewed the cap of the gas can and began … Continue reading
It’s Because of Isaiah Six
“Jim won’t talk,” Twitch said. “Don’t take it personal.” “It ain’t you,” Eddie tried to soften the blow. “It’s because of Isaiah six.” Mike took another sip, trying to puzzle out the reference. He thought of Eddie’s combat boots and … Continue reading
I Could Kill You Where You Stand
“I could kill you where you stand, Edgar.” The voice came from behind him, and it was Roxie’s. Since it was Roxie talking, the words might be complete and utter lies, a bluff. Then again, it was Roxie, and she … Continue reading
Potent Pants
“Fornication pants!” Young shouted. Sam froze, unsure he’d heard the man correctly, unsure whether he was witnessing some attempt at humor. “He is a modern man, Señor Presidente,” the other man said. He was a heavy black man, completely bald … Continue reading
If You’re Willing to Stoop
They walked down South Tabernacle. In the five days since Brigham Young’s return to his office, the street had been repaired and most of the windows, but the street’s many trees remained blasted and withered stumps, or bare baked earth, … Continue reading
Integrity
“Your road ahead is shadowed and perilous,” muttered the gypsy. He held Sam’s right hand clutched in his own, which were armored in fingerless black kidskin gloves, and peered closely at the creases in Sam’s flesh. Close enough, Sam thought, … Continue reading
