Posted by: Klownchez in Writers on
Monday, 06 July 2009 17:00
- Part Five -Everything was white. The creature had released William, but he couldn't move. He couldn't feel himself taking in air. ...Are you okay... His hand hurt, and his neck, but he couldn't look to see his injuries. He couldn't even try. ...Who are you... ... nerick Payne, sir.…
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Posted by: Klownchez in Writers on
Sunday, 05 July 2009 17:00
- Part Four -Tuesday, December the 20th, 1763 ~ Sunrise is almost upon us, which means I will be able to sleep soon. We have become nocturnal creatures, so that we may be active during the same hours as our enemy. It has been three weeks since my last entry.…
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Posted by: Klownchez in Writers on
Tuesday, 05 May 2009 00:00
- Part Two - Colin was in the dark—a perfectly complete pitch blackness. What the hell happened? There was silence except for his own breathing and movements. There had been some kind of explosion, then he was on his back on a cold, hard surface. He was dazed and shivering,…
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Posted by: Klownchez in Writers on
Tuesday, 05 May 2009 00:00
- Part Three - Sunday, November the 27th, 1763 ~ Alaster Daughtry arrived in the port of Boston in the pre-dawn hours of this morning, aboard a ship sailing from Ireland. I met him at the dock on a tip from good Mr. Frederick Payne, and I must say, my…
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Posted by: Klownchez in Writers on
Tuesday, 24 March 2009 00:00
- Part One - Amy held a stack of papers to her chest as she slunk through the empty corridors of city hall. This part of the building was unfamiliar to her. It was a maze of warped passageways that turned abruptly or trailed off at odd angles. The clicking…
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Posted by: Klownchez in Writers on
Wednesday, 11 March 2009 00:00
I remember the first time I saw Renley's picture on the front page of the Globe. He and the “Wolf” had been trading headlines for some time. One week it was Renley Dumont, the sharp tongued prosecutor with no regard for standard court tact, getting found in contempt yet again.…
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Posted by: David Dominguez in Writers on
Monday, 09 March 2009 10:51
.hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY:Tahoma } I remember the first time I saw Renley's picture on the front page of the Globe. He and the “Wolf” had been trading headlines for some time. One week it was Renley Dumont, the sharp tongued prosecutor with…
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Posted by: Klownchez in Writers on
Wednesday, 12 November 2008 00:00
It was before the Great War. All the tall buildings were still standing, the sun was so bright you couldn't look at it, and there was green and blue everywhere; the sky, the trees, the ocean. God, it was beautiful. I was a bartender back then, if you can…
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