Pussy Pogrom

Sing, O’ Muse, of passion and fiery lusts. A horny man, there is my story. And the bitter rancor of the sharp tongued Shebrew, Anna of the Red Scare…


No Links, No Ties

The wind was blowing in from the north. There'd been rain overnight. He noticed a damp patch on the conservatory carpet, confirming the storm had…


The Islands Tell of It, Chapter 10: There Came a Lull

As Wyla and I concentrated our efforts on researching all we could on the IndyMerck facility of Saxony, there appeared to be two weeks of no victims…


Radiation Ridge

Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him.” --- Proverbs 22:15 Born neither rich nor poor,…


Doppelgänger Dark, Part 2

A free pass to go dark, so how dark do I go? How do I get to the dark web, is it that bad, seriously, what's there that I haven't already seen on the…


Long-Term Value

"The price of anything is the amount of life you're willing to pay for it." --- Henry David Thoreau Peter Stubbins had grown up around antique…


Continuum

Beyond the cracked sidewalk and the telephone pole with layers of flyers in a rainbow of colors and the patch of dry brown grass, there stood a…


The Endless Fence

Harvey didn’t know why he was scaling the fence that bordered the amphitheater. He had an uncontrollable urge to climb and to keep stepping higher…


The Islands Tell of It, Chapter 9: Girls Talk Turkey

I met Wyla in the surgery waiting area. She must have deciphered from the wild look I had plastered on my face that I needed a stiff drink. “You…


The Columbine Pilgrim: Prologue, Part 2

My name is Tony Meander, and I’ve got Columbine on my mind. Many minutes have passed, perhaps an hour. I’m still standing here: smoking, pacing,…