Category: writing
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Bosslady
As the team looked into the identity of Ms. Maddie’s jealous ex-boyfriend, I was busy reviewing my notes on Bodhi – and checking the database to see if he had any priors. Something about that boy didn’t feel right. The morning had been bright and clear, but a dark cloud cover was easing in, and…
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The Ambassador
A look at Ms. Maddie’s cell records offered the investigative team it’s first person of interest – the individual that she had been on the phone with before she vanished – a man called “Chuck.” This proved to be an interesting lead, as “Chuck” was what Ms. Maddie had him listed as in her contacts,…
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The Visitor
I look down at these tiny people, And I am bewildered. A strange race, these humans. Bickering, name calling, violence. So much anger, too much hate. Not just here… in this city I am visiting, It appears to be worldwide. And in this thing they call Twitter. So evil, the things they say. Too unkind. I…
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Sand Castles
Haiku & Photo Art Fleeting memories, Building castles in the sand, Smell of sun tan oil. Colored umbrellas, Wet seashells in my pocket, Salty ocean breeze. Pizza and soda, Surfers looking for “the” wave, Orange and pink sunset. Kids laugh, lovers smile, Beach life offers brief reprieve, Fleeting memories. Now that I’m out of “story…
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The Interlude
Fiction & Illustration As Mrs. Moonie stormed out of Scarlett’s hotel, she was in such a tizzy that she bumped into an older gentleman who was coming in the door at the same time – nearly knocking him over. The staff rushed over to attend to him, making sure that he was alright, and Mrs.…
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Belle of the Ball
A Bit of Art & Fiction Belle Bailey, the woman who ran the Hemp Store, was the one who opened Pandora’s box. The locals called her B.B., which had more to do with the fact that they thought she was a busy body than the idea that they were actually her initials. Everyone in town…
a sprinkle of faith 