Lorne was tired. He had experienced enough of war. He had seen enough devastation, and he had witnessed enough death for…
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Grant Matthews was sitting on a stump in the woods, alone, eating a PB&J sandwich. He had eaten off the top…
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Windham township, with a population of eight hundred and ten white souls, was nestled uncomfortably deep within the Endless Mountains, and…
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Reuben James had spent most of the morning running his trap lines, as he did nearly every morning. It had become…
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It was Friday and Claire was running out of patience for that whole school thing. She had big plans for the…
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The bullet from a small caliber but high velocity cartridge splintered the door sill beside my head, and I ducked back…
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Undead Detective – Chapter 1
November 27, 2020There really are no mental preparations you can make for being buried alive. In truth, I should have expected it. There…
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My ex-wife lay cold and lifeless on the bathroom floor of a rat-infested motel. I had been tracking her down for…
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“All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.” – George Orwell, Animal Farm It was a trying year…
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