He sat spaced out on the pavement.
His feet hanging over the edge.
“Over the edge.”
Yearly Archives: 2014
DEVIL’S TEETH by Cecelia Chapman
… big business meets small town in devil’s teeth …
When a brother and sister discover unopened letters hidden in their mother’s house they hire an investigator who already knows who is responsible for the mother’s death.
Devil’s teeth is a nickname for islands offshore San Francisco, the Farrallons, home to great white sharks. But all the rocks on that coastline are weathered and look like teeth. There is much offshore oil drilling planned for the north California coast. So I used the image of devil’s teeth to describe big oil business tactics for acquiring permits, land and small town compliance in their strategy.
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Susanne Hafenscher, Matthias Boss, Marcello Magliocchi track Music for a Quiet Night.
Kristina Barvels, investigator. Ignacio Palma, brother. Alexa Oliva, sister. Anthony, bodyguard.
Cecelia Chapman 2013.
We Are The World By Chris Rhatigan
The governments of the world have failed. The people are tired of their constant bickering, corruption, and inability to bring back the 1980s sitcom Webster.
The people riot for four years. This concludes in the dissolution of all government bodies and the creation of a single world government.
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.
The Weather Prophet by Paul D. Brazill
It had been another one of those seemingly endless days when, like King Midas in reverse, everything I touched turned to shit. True, cold calling was a thankless and futile task at the best of times. In fact, most people in the company hated it but me, well, I just seemed to have a knack for it. A silver tongue. An innate ability to worm my way into peoples affections. To get them to fork out their hard earned cash for something they neither needed nor desired. To sell ice cream to Eskimos, as Foley, my boss, said. But Continue reading The Weather Prophet by Paul D. Brazill
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