The Black Journal (The Boardwalk, Morning Run, Stretching By The Car)

Friday, 7:14 A.M

Sarah! Hey, Sarah…wait up!

Jessie, Jess!
How? I thought you were still in Texas?

I am. Well, I’m still there that is. I’m only back for a few days, one of Charlie’s college friends is getting married. Our plane touched down maybe an hour ago, and knowing you’re still a creature of habit, I knew right where to find you.

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The Red Journal (Near the Boardwalk, Morning Run, Through Binoculars)

Friday, 7:10 A.M.

Seriously!
Four days?
It really took them…never mind.
They’re idiots. Remember, they’re all incompetent fools.
One brutal headache after the other, I waited.
All that time waiting around to see my glorious work, displayed for the fine people of Jamestown and the story gets barely ninety seconds of airtime.
They didn’t even show the good parts, well…his parts.

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The Red Journal (KJYN News at 6:00, Most TV’s In Jamestown)

Thursday, 6:01 P.M.

Good evening, folks.
Jim Gordons, KJYN News, first at six.

At approximately 10:45 A.M. this morning, Jamestown police responded to call about a possible homicide. Several officers and first responders descended upon an abandoned building earlier today located on the property which is owned by Breton Industrial, a steel fabrication plant. Details are sketchy, but early reports suggest the victim is a white male, possibly in his late thirties. He died in what some are calling a prefabricated high school classroom. A room in which, has been confirmed was not on the property just a few days ago. The man’s identity is currently being withheld until authorities can inform his next of kin.

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The Black Journal (Reconstructed Classroom, Industrial Area, Downtown)

Thursday, 12:15 P.M.


Ah, Det. Frost!
Perfect, you’re here.
OK, since we’re all present, let’s get started.
Follow me, the body is this way.
So, Det. Frost, have you ever dissected a frog?
In high school, perhaps?
Then, how about a teacher?
Ever dissect a teacher?

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The Red Journal (Downtown, Some Sleazy Bar)

WEDNESDAY, 10:19 A.M.

It’s been a few days.
All still remains quiet in my little neighborhood.
Not that I am concerned or surprised.
People here are so stupid.
I’m at this shithole of a bar.
For a message from a friend. It stinks…bad!
As instructed.
Third table on the left, by the back window.
The bartender will bring only a napkin.
Ah, good man, right on time.
I’m a stickler for punctuality.
And, it seems I’m getting much better at this.
I’ve been informed the chap from the other night was a teacher.
Teachers can be bad too.
Nonetheless, he had it coming.
Let’s just say, we all have lessons to learn…

James Harbour

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Chapter One
The town of James Harbour was just a few short kilometres up ahead. Jake Fox, a detective, was hoping the narrowing of the highway was an indication that this god-forsaken bus ride was nearing its end. The eight-hour drive from where the ferry had landed him had finally taken its toll. Looking out his window, Jake was starting to realize how remote this community was going to be. A complete contrast to the big city in which he just came. ‘People actually live out here?’ He mumbles under his breath. Surveying the landscape some more, he couldn’t deny its beauty. Rolling hills and rugged mountains sheltered the tiny hamlet on three sides, tucked away from the mood swings of mother nature. Jake’s view suddenly changed from a picturesque backdrop to a rocky cliff-front. The bus had begun a descent down a steep winding road, at the bottom, a causeway that led directly into the center of town. Continue reading “James Harbour”