Tinker, tailor, soldier, demon - Part four of "Cry me a Murder"
Cry me a Murder, Part 4 Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Demon Agent Phelps scooped the gemstones back into the plastic vial he took from Tell's pocket. "Tell singled out the rubies and sold them to the criminal underworld," said Phelps. "The leftover...
*poem* Just...now
THIS POEM HAS THE PROPERTIES EXISTENCE WOULD HAVE IF DEATH HAD NOT EXISTED IF TIME ARRIVED AND DIDN'T PASS LIKE A LIQUID, IT WOULD OCCUPY ALL EVERY DIFFERENCE WOULD EXIST AND CARRY ON AS TRUTH ALL OPPOSITES COLLAPSE AND EVERY EXCEPTION BECOME...
*Poem* I Have to Start This Way
I HAVE TO START THIS WAY SO THE SENTENCE DOESN'T RUN ON OR ESCAPE (FROM HERE) AND FLY INTO YOUR EYES OR TURN AROUND AND ERASE ITSELF OR FALL RIGHT THROUGH (LIKE HERE) AND CONTINUE ON THE BACK OF THE PAGE OR IN EIGHT YEARS. BUT ONLY THE BACK OF...
Cry Me a Murder, Part III - a Strange Crunching Underfoot
**A Strange Crunching Underfoot** _Previously: In that moment, a loud scream rang out from somewhere inside the hotel, and we froze mid-sentence. It was a man__'s voice, but it wasn't the howl of a human in agony, or a desperate wail of sorrow; It...
PARALYSIS
 WHAT I'M WRITING ABOUT IS THE TOTAL PARALYSIS WHEN ALL POSSIBLE RESOURCES ARE IN USE AT THE SAME TIME, AND NONE ARE ALLOWED TO BE MORE THAN JUST BEING...
Cry Me a Murder, Part 2 - The Sun, the Sea and the Silent Scream
**The Sun, the Sea and the Silent Scream.** A legendary race known as _the Kisanti_ once occupied the Ra'gasso territory, or that's what the legends say. Half man, half feline, this nomadic tribe of beast-men were drawn to the place by sun and...
One Dot Below the I (#5)
THIS RULE YOU'RE SITTING HERE LISTENING ONLY TO YOUR INNER COLLISIONS YOU'VE GONE TO THE MOVIES WITHIN YOURSELF MAN! WAKE UP YOUR LOVE IS ON HER WAY TO YOU IN SIXTEEN AMBULANCES WHILE YOU DANGLE FROM A STRAND LIKE YOUR ALTERNATE I IS...
One Dot Below the I (#4)
I'LL BEGIN THIS POEM A SHORT DISTANCE FROM HERE POEM ONLY A MINUTE OR SO BEFORE YOU CAME IN POEM YOU THOUGHT TOO LONG ABOUT IT AND YOU MISSED POEM THE FIRST LINES TOO BAD, THAT WAS THE BEST POEM AND HALFWAYS YOU THINK (POEM) "THAT WAS EASIER THAN...
Pretty Stories for Ugly Children #3
HE HATES HIS WIFE SHE GOES SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES TOO YOUNG FOR HER AGE RIDICULOUS SHE'S PAST 50 AND PALE ORANGE-PEEL SKIN WITH FAT ROLLS AROUND HER BELLY HE WATCHES YOUTHS GO BY SHE SQUEEZES HER WINE GLASS INTO THE SAND I'LL BE BACK IN A...
The Fire Without. (Part 2)
If Lester Finch had known he would be a corpse by lunch, he would have bought himself a pastrami sandwich. But he shuffled past the Jewish deli, ignored the German bakery and paid no notice to the French Patisserie. Far from being a food nationalist,...
Cry Me a Murder (part nine): The other side of Zero
_Terminated?_ I was one grade away from being targeted for termination by the MI-16. I had already killed three MI-16 agents, and if the MI-16 decided I was to blame for the death of Jack Tell, they would come screaming at me, like a battalion of...
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
The corpse of Mr. Tejon -soon to be buried under his official name of Ted Jones, was all over the kitchen floor. Like agent Phelps before him, Ted Jones had been torn to shreds. Deep claw marks ran from his torn throat to his open abdomen that was now...