Section 12

The doorbell rang. For an instant Roger looked up alert, then quickly rolled up the musty print and lodged it back into the canister. He mussed with his ever-present cowlick and squeegeed his hands across his face for a sense of sobriety. Then went to the door and...

Section 11

The overcast day was beginning to paint the sky in all its panoramic colors of sun, smog and ocean, as Roger squinted once more at the football game on the snow blizzard of a TV set. Who would have thought he had the last TV made in existence without a cable hookup in...

Section 10

“I cannot explain it, master,” the viselike grip on the vessel’s balls sent a nauseating pain into his lower intestines. “It is beguiling.” “It is incompetent,” another squeeze, “it is repugnant,” still another, “but it is hardly beguiling.” “I searched as the...

Section 9

Roger wandered the streets until he found himself back at the apartment building. His first thought was to talk to Ms Diamond now that he too saw a face within a face; but, he knew that was a fruitless endeavor. His next thought was to strip and get in the shower and...

Section 8

“Ma’am, is that what you heard?” Winters was writing beside Brown. “Yes, I recall clearly,” she began fanning herself. “This heat is stifling, I’m afraid I will have to sit down momentarily, but the older man said beware of the dragon.” You must be a member to view...

Section 7

The bell jingled and door jambed as Roger made his entrance.  I know I know I promised but hell, first the girl and now him. It seemed like bums were going off like fireworks everywhere you looked. He started for a moment, losing perspective, must be the shock, caught...

Section 6

Brown and Winters arrived, as the EMTs were wheeling the gurney out to the victim.  This one might still be alive and at last they would have a lead. They jostled their way through the crowd assuming the air of authority and hopefully keeping these good Samaritans...

Section 5

Roger suddenly noticed that a crowd had gathered to see the excitement. A group of churchgoers in their Sunday best were chattering on all sides, sending him back into the nausea, as he checked his clothes for flames or burns. The man’s name was Ben. The shock of...

Section 4

Browns and Winters discussed the forensics results at the Donut King. They both knew that the girl took precedence over the bums, but it appeared that the girl had just run into some bad luck. You must be a member to view the rest of this content Login...

Section 3

Roger had taken the long way back from Cedar-Sinai Hospital. He left his older model Eclipse Spyder, the last vestiges of his position in society, behind, as he assumed he would be arrested and didn’t want the car involved. Walking down North Commonwealth, he thought...

Section 2

Winters always hated the smell: formaldehyde, alcohol and the insipid stench of death, the morgue, so antiseptic and otherworldly. He hated his partner even more as the phone began bleating just as he and his wife began waking in the right way. Forced to reach across...

Section 1

CHAPTER THREE: IFISHOULDFALLFROMTHEGRACEOFGOD  Upon the granite slab frozen to the skin, cold as death; The necromancer hovers above chanting an ancient tongue Alchemy and old lace, I cringe at the suffusion of energy, wilt at the Spirals of light, this time the...

Section 8

Roger slipped through the door and gazed at the mummy lying in the bed, its limbs wrapped in gauze and tape. He still couldn’t believe he was giving up his principles for mere money, but the reality was that he needed the job and he felt a tinge of pride that he was...

Section 7

She wears no makeup, goes unjeweled, and arrives habitually underdressed in the simplest of outfits for an evening, her hair almost too casually pinned or arranged, as if hastily done up at the last minute for whatever black tie dinner has been arranged. A slender,...

Section 6

“What a mess I’ve made of this,” Roger was stuck in a supply closet on the 7th floor near the burn ward. “I should have known.” Roger had spent the better part of the afternoon reckoning the hospital for ingress and egress, hanging inconspicuously at the reception...

Section 5

The ritual complete, the tattered old man limped forward and placed his hands across the cheek of burnt out flesh before him: then with unabashed fury shattered the corpse with a tremendous kick and bellow. Crows sprang from the limbs of the orange trees surrounding...

Section 4

Roy Bradley sat on the balcony of his condominium, watching the fog roll in across San Francisco Bay. He absentmindedly rolled the wheel of the mouse along his blog Write2it and contemplated 10 reasons why a sharpie is mightier than the sword. He knew the answer, of...

Section 3

She woke in a fiery splash of pain, her mind screaming for help as the flame like tongues lapped across her clothes. But the blur of the night now melded into the hideous whiteness of the room. Those eyes. How those eyes full of remorse and sympathy, the face within a...

Section 2

Roger’s hands were shaking as he fumbled with the lock, finally slipping the key in and turning, settling himself into the unrecognizable confines of his apartment. He was saddened to look at the obvious signs of the break-up; the lighter patches on the wall,...

Section 1

  CHAPTER TWO: DON’TYOUNDERSTANDWHATI’MTRYINGTOSAY   Soaring thru a vortex in time A hand disjunctive, music of The universe builds, surrounded By constellations, stars immense In number; Pleiades pursued by Orion The three sisters looking on, already taken Ayres...

Section 12

It had come into being hours before, floated over fences along hedges, down streets and parkways; until here it lays dormant, as leaves whither and crumble around it. It swoops from the alley; a response to a call, darting from garbage can to garbage can. It begins...

Section 11

“Damn, I hate desk jockeys,” Roger poked the end call, on his Samsung double D600, “especially, when they are poor relations, riding on someone else’s coattails.” But, if he was going to be keeping the apartment, he was going to have to work, no matter how...

Section 10

Brown and Winters waited for forensics to come and take samples, then headed up the street to the Donut King. They had just begun to eat their breakfast when the call came through. “What have you got?” Mosely was wasting no time, must have someone in his office...

Section 9

Several blocks away Roger was feeling that screwed feeling also Who the hell is Juan de Pereda? not so much screwed as an itch in the back of his mind, as if his brain was prodding, but the answer tip of my tongue kept flitting into his subconscious and what about the...

Section 8

Digger and Winters stooped on the sidewalk. There was not much left to go on: the coat, or the tattered remains, your typical Goodwill rack model, shirt soot all that was left, belt buckle and some leather left, torso a burnt out husk, legs singed but mostly unharmed,...

Section 7

As Roger walked out of the foyer of the Gaylord Apartments, he immediately noticed two police officers putting up yellow tape across the alley. Looking past, he saw two more, appearing to stoop over an oil stain. Next to the yellow tape several officers were hanging...

Section 6

Digger Brown and Saul Winters had been partners for five years that seemed like ten. They had gone through the ups and downs of the department, the politics, the bullshit and a number of criminal investigations and survived subsequent investigations into their own...

Section 5

Moving from the window to the hallway, Roger swayed slightly in the blinding sun as he ambled past the door and down the hall. He clipped his hip on the doorknob, damn!, the stockpile of cosmetics was gone, along with the bras and pantyhose hanging over the shower...

Section 4

Violet Diamond was lazing on the other side of the world. The fingers that were working her over were heavenly, almost erotic. She thought of tiers of power, as her head lolled from side to side. Clad only in a small towel draped lazily across her backside, too bad...

Section 3

The growing wail of the siren pulled Roger away from the mystery woman, his thoughts invaded by the cacophonous swirling of sound waves. His head began pounding once again. “Why, oh why, do I drink so much,” he chided, and then abruptly sobered, “Oh...

Section 2

She wakes from hours of perfection, the last vestiges of her betrothal reverberating in her conscious Drachira! The food of her eyes adjusts, ripens to the remote control of dawn. Blithe shadows play across the room accompanied by the dim buzzing of a neon sign...

Section 1

Chapter One: THEREMIGHTHAVEBEENTHINGSIMISSED Waking up in a swaddling of satin, concubines awaiting ovient. My faithful valet draping my skin in silk wraps, fruits and spice abound, as I am led to the baths. Water nymphs, their supple bodies splashing together,...

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