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Mourning In Hochington - Day One / I

Posted on March 29, 2011 at 5:40 PM Comments comments (0)

NOTE: This is just a preivew of Day One in my book Mourning In Hochington Volume One. You can find it on Kindle.



Day One
Thursday, 15th of May.


     It was a bright Thursday morning in the second week of May, in the town of Hochington. A town with a Main Street and a Union Street with just two traffic lights directing traffic in the main cross roads. A beautiful neighborhood with Victorian Style homes mainly outside of town with Frank Lloyd...

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Dames, Guns, and Scars

Posted on March 6, 2011 at 9:28 PM Comments comments (1)

Dames and guns. Oh buddy, don’t get me started. They’re a lot alike. Smooth curves, form and function, enjoyable to fondle, and either can put a smile on your face. Ergonomics aside, without a firm grip and an minimum of respect, either can bitch-slap you too. With both, the bite is worse than the bark: stitches optional. And the scars, physical or emotional, they’re with you for the long haul.

I’ll admit I can’t live without either. I prefer the company of...

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Push Chapter 10

Posted on February 6, 2011 at 11:18 AM Comments comments (2)

With Krite and Foxoccupied in their pursuit of Sam, Juano and the rest of the Piranhas were haring across town in an attempt to evade the Salem cops now on their trail. Local knowledge and a succession of back alleys gave them a distinct advantage for the moment, but the need to break cover would be inevitable at some point, and the group paused in their flight to check weapons.


“Ok, everybody packin’ an’ loaded?” Raoul barked out the question, and a ...

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Thirteen Years Of Gray, Chapter Eighteen

Posted on January 26, 2011 at 12:00 PM Comments comments (0)


"Hey?" Said a male voice coming from her left.

Jackie heard the voice, but she didn't acknowledge it.

"Hey!" Again, from that same voice.

She looked up towards the voice to see a bulky male uniformed officer walking towards her cell, "You get a phone call. I'm going to open the door, don't do anything stupid."

Jackie didn't pull any tricks out of her sleeve and allowed the officer to walk her out. He led her to a pay phone that was inside the main ...

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Thirteen Years Of Gray, Chapter Seventeen

Posted on January 26, 2011 at 11:57 AM Comments comments (0)


And a few hours later, Jackie sat in a nine-by-ten jail cell, courtesy of the Southfield police department. She sat on the uncomfortable bed looking down in defeat. She didn't get what she wanted. She exited out of the hotel and into the back of a police car with news cameras floating on by to keep the camera on her. On her ride to the police station, she admitted to wanting to murder Lila Haas, so Mary would understand how harsh reality could be. In her thoughts, if she succeeded in ta...

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Thirteen Years Of Gray, Chapter Sixteen

Posted on January 26, 2011 at 11:55 AM Comments comments (0)


"So, you and Joel are no longer you and Joel?" Jackie asked Mary.

Mary with a plugged bloody nose nodded.

Jackie smiled, she had the gun was pointed at her while a Lila with a deep cut on her face, had laid on the bed crying, drops of blood had stained the comforter of the bed. Indeed, Jackie gave her a soon to be permanent scare, unless surgery can take care of that problem.
If provided she escapes with her life.
Then Jackie asked, "What happened? Did he th...

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Thirteen Years Of Gray, Chapter Fifteen

Posted on January 26, 2011 at 11:53 AM Comments comments (0)


And still Jackie sat on the chair while holding Mary and Lila hostage. The clock read Seven Thirty-Five pm. Lila had grown some bravery over the passing minutes and sat away from her mother. The bravery to look Jackie in the face wasn't quite there. But since she could guess that she was probably going to die very soon, she did have some questions. Then the statistic she heard of in the past had come to her mind. If someone was going to kill you, most times, they usually do so within the...

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NOIR, Chapter 6

Posted on January 18, 2011 at 9:08 PM Comments comments (0)



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After some reuben on rye and coffee, I was home. I crashed on my sofa, having made my choice of whiskey from bourbon and lemonade. I sipped and slowly washed away the memory of Holly. The memory of Maxim. The memory of what seemed to be ghosts. I shouldn't care, I barely knew her. The more I drank, the less I did. Eventually, I had forgot...

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