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A Gift by B. R. Stateham

“Smitty, I . . . I need your help.”

The voice was barely a whisper. It came from a man lying in a bed with sheets soaked with sweat and stained with blood. He was a muscular, dark complexioned man. Gray had begun to stain the dark Continue reading A Gift by B. R. Stateham

The Colors Of Fall by B. R. Stateham

Through the light rain the black limo sped along the long ribbon of empty asphalt. Headlights knifing through therain and gathering dusk with narrow beams of white/yellow intensity.

The countryside. A few miles outside the city.

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Cracker by B.R. Stateham

He was nailed to the wall.

Literately.

Not a stitch of clothes on. Nailed to the white painted wall with arms and legs splayed out. Nails, about a dozen of them in each arm and leg, held him firmly on the wall about six feet off the dull colored gray cement floor. A dead carcass on a virgin white canvas-covered wall. Blood, dark . . . almost black . . . from the gapping hole in his neck ran down his chest and one leg, pooling on the floor beneath him in a grim lake of past deeds.

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Lamenting Souls by B.R. Stateham

Evil burns in colors sullen, Pilgrim.

Aye, Fellow Traveler. In the eyes of a wizard Evil smolders in colors dark and menacing. All life shimmers and glows. Trees. Flowers. The animals of the forest. The denizens of the watery deep. Dragons. Man. All life shimmers a color and a hue unique to its own. Even Magic, Pilgrim. Magic glows in colors unique to the brand of magic used.

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Talking Smitty! – P D Brazill talks to B R Stateham

B.R. writes like a shadowy back alley. He nails his words to the page with a sledgehammer.
& as for Smitty, well, Smitty damn well smoulders in his stories. Dark eyes & an even darker heart. If your stairs creak at night just hope it ain’t Smitty.

P D B recently chewed the literary fat with him.

PDB: Your character Smitty has really captured people’s dark imagination. How did he come about?

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This Makes It Even/Dues Paid by B.R. Stateham

This Makes It Even

We were cruising on Wilmont in the ’91 Z-28 Camaro ragtop and enjoying the first truly summer day. The sun was out and hot. There was a slight breeze stirring the trees lining Wilmont and young girls were strutting their stuff in tank tops and scandalously short cut-off raggy blujeans. It felt good to be alive. Funny how one’s luck can change in the blinking of an eye.

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Goodbye, David by B.R. Stateham

Through the driving rain he saw the three of them standing at the corner. The mother, holding a baby heavily wrapped Continue reading Goodbye, David by B.R. Stateham

Goddess by B R Stateham

Night.

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Three in the Morning by B.R. Stateham

Three in the morning.

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PMM’s Birthday Party! – The Switch by B.R. Stateham

Through the window of the blue ZR-1 Chevrolet Corvette he watched the big boned man step out of the front door of Continue reading PMM’s Birthday Party! – The Switch by B.R. Stateham