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Story Jots # 1 – Soon…

In the bowels of those human cages, he promised soon he would have his revenge. A promise that has kept him alive all this time. A promise he made ten years ago to his fiance on that dark and rainy night when her life was taken from him. By his hand.

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Am I Write? # 8 – Don’t Be A Stranger

Don’t run away from your gift of telling a story, your story. The further from writing you stray, the farther from home it will feel. – Ash

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The Black Journal – (Take-Away)

If not up to date, please visit The Red/Black Journal Page Friday, 9:45 P.M. Ethan’s driver side door crunched and creaked as it slammed shut. He was home. Another long day of chasing a killer without so much as a single clue of who it might be. Zero answers, just more questions. Questions, that for […]

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Buffering – What’s Next, Who’s Next?

Hey peeps, I thought it was necessary to give my awesome followers a fair warning that something’s coming. Something very overdue. So, my friends, later tonight or 100% tomorrow we will all get another glimpse into the world of The Red Journal. I have been hemming and hawing internally for too long creatively. It’s time […]

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The Black Journal – Chief’s Office, Over Coffee, Pre-Briefing

Friday, 8:05 A.M. Good morning, Det. Frost…coffee? Morning chief, sure, thanks. Frost, I didn’t sleep very well last night. Do you know why that is? Why is that chief? Go ahead and enlighten me. It’s because of our latest homicide case. It’s gone and made my damn ulcer act up again. It bloody well kept […]

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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, […]

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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 (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, […]

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The Red Journal (The Diner, Afterwards)

MONDAY, 08:35 A.M. Should I even order coffee?I hate coffee.This place does look like it could serve a half-decent pot. I guess I’ll have to get something just to blend in with these people.Great, now the waitress is staring at me?Does she know? OK, now she’s tapping her pen.I’m really not in the mood for […]

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