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Episode 16 of The Dark InSpectre is now online, in which our hero lets his officers know who’s in charge of the investigation, in no uncertain terms.

Here’s an excerpt:
“I find out word’s leaked out, you’re off the team, and…” I paused for effect then continued after they started looking nervous. “I let my boss know you fouled up my case.”

They both blanched. They knew who my boss was, knew what he could do to a tel’s career. It was nice, using Wonderful Walter’s

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isclaimer: In almost every piece of writing I let loose from the brain that needs exercise and probably if undoubtedly will not edit any of it unless I believe it necessary...plus I'm just bad at it. Run on sentences and horribly obvious grammatical errors are your destiny if you wish to proceed. sorry for the drag of a beginning. If you wish to continue thanks!

Writing is in my opinion a necessity to the souls. A productive and if you decide a private way to unleash all of those ...

You've missed so much, and there's still so much for you to miss.
You should have been here when I left primary school, you should have been here when I had that crisis three years ago to tell me what to do. You should have been here when I turned 16, you should have seen me when I won that thing that time. You should have held me when that boy broke my heart, you should have seen my smile when I found out what love really is. I should be able to have long conversations about him with you, ...

as with all things on this site some artistic license can be taken, so when I said all of the second drafts I've promised of things would be ready by the end of the week - I wasn't talking about a seven day week but a new calendar that I am just putting the finishing touches to - this is the nearly done, season with extra long weeks, so maybe by thursday??

on the plus side , in the nothing to do season, the weeks are only 3 days long

Prologue
Bright lights. Sirens. The repetitive sound of tearing metal and shattering glass. The screams of hundreds of dying people echoing.

She was in absolute agony. Broken glass stabbed at her back like quills on a porcupine.

She wanted to move; to escape the pressure on top of her, the crushing weight that was holding her down.


The scene played over and over in her mind. So tired. Her bones felt like mush inside her skin. She began to feel ...

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second drafts which I promise, and in most cases am yet to provide are very important to us all.

unfortunately the task never seems to be one I can look forward too (even with the brilliant critiques received here) as it always seems a little like looking over the dead body of a friend so that you can comment that his nose was always a bit off centre, well maybe not that heartless but I'm sure most of you will know what I mean.

still like the under paid plastic surgeon ...

Since the inevitable NaNoWriMo is in two days, I decide to post about the creation of mine without giving to much away. My admiration of the stories of Jules Verne has been a inspiration for me years. I admire how it is Science Fiction but a different kind of story. I would call them Fantastic Journeys. By "fantastic" i don't mean magical but unreal or the impossibility of the events to occur, well not entirely false. 20,000 Leagues under the sea predate the advent of the submarine. Journey ...

Lack of ideas.
Killing me slowly.

You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence.
You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they ...

Dear all

of late you have rather been taking advantage, materializing out of a apparent void - fully formed and alone. you then proceed to rattle round in my mind for a week before leaving to pursue a plot on your own terms.

this behavior is almost un-bearable and with respect I would dearly like you all to cease using my head as a place to dust yourselves down before heading off.

if any characters should wish to stay on, there is tea and biscuits in ...

Six weeks ago six words undid me.

"We all have to stop pretending."

Three hours ago it was three.

"... in her brain".

See I've been saying "Mum has cancer" on and off for the better part of the last four years, and in fact rewind seventeen years and I could say it then too. And sometimes it hits me and it means a lot, and other times it's just how I explain my inability to empathise with some petty drama.
My ...

Let me introduce you to me and this blog. This is more a combination of two sites that I have write on: my site( where I post my writings and) and my blog on blogger. Thus, this is an overlap of those two. You may find post that are fiction and you may also find essays, which is also part of the two sites. Now on to me.

As a strong faith Christian, I believe, and my chief objective is, that fiction can be edifying (if it is executed well). To do this, we must correctly apply what ...

.....I feel u...brought tears to ur eyes...old jams in the background...made the moment just right....seems like u was holding it all inside...but actions speak louder then words...so it wasn't hard to hide...walked pass as u mention piece on the side....something deep down still said try...but it's to late now....yea....I feel u

London. At least that was what it had been called. Cathy Ellen knew that. However the broken streets were nameless to her. Strewn with rubble they were lined with dark husks of buildings. Carriages lay on their sides, bones scattered around them. She did not cringe when she stepped on a human thigh bone, snapping it in half. The weight of a trench gun in her hands and luger pistols on her hips offered her only comfort. Even though there was always the chance that such old weapons would malfunction. ...

Some time ago, I can't remember exactly when, I was inspired to coin the phrase you now see in my avatar and my signature - 'Sometimes, only a cow will do.'

The phrase was a response to an initial phrase I once used from the internet - 'Life is like an artichoke. I don't know why, it just is. Inspired to create a nonsensical philosophical phrase myself, I made the cow thing.

And then during a spur of laughter and nonsense filled hours past midnight, fueled by no narcotics ...

Love cannot be found at the centre of your heart. A beating pulsing organ of blood for guts and organs. Which has a function and a timer, a best before and use by date. Love cannot be found in the depths of your eyes, as eyes no matter how deep a window to the soul can see too clearly to be loves guide.
As love is blind.
ironically some say love is heartless, with its unrelenting pace, general lack of taste and failure to see that certain things can never be.
Perhaps then love ...

Your death clock’s counting,
Five. Four. Three.
Simple minds fill mine with glee.

Down the alley and through the day,
Here comes sacrifice,
With a baby named prey.

Take my hand I’ll guide you well,
Through the light that blinds,
To the pits of hell.

Remember my name,
And take great heed,
As I remind you of your once great deed.

As ominous as a black feathered swan.
Your death ...

Episode 13 of The Dark InSpectre is now online, in which our hero realizes even the most fearless of inspecters is rendered gutless when it comes to one thing: women.

Here's an excerpt:
My hand jerked on the wheel and I almost swerved off the road. I took my foot off the gas and got the car under control, along with my breathing, which had suddenly stopped. The conjecture had been completely logical, but the implications were staggering.

“Slow down Jack,” I muttered ...

I'm back cooking . . . I don't know how sad I am about it. What I do know is between work, toddler, hubby, house and mental yet loveable family, my writing has once again dropped to the bottom of the must-do list. Sometimes I feel like I'm never going to make something of myself. I feel like I'm going to be cooking meals for other people that I can't afford to eat myself for the rest of my life Just having a low moment. Blah.

Four-month-old Jed is learning the leash very well, sleeps through the night, is awesome in the house (super clean) and knows “sit” “wait” “down” “off” “touch” “drop it” and “no” among others. So we failed Puppy School. Well actually, I dropped Jed out myself because, quite frankly, I’m opposed to the way the woman who was running it (the lady who shall remain nameless… let’s call her Ms. D), ran it.

It started outside with Ms. D directing us to have our puppies relieve themselves ...

Actually The Backward Ox suggested I do this in the Writing Discussion board, but I've never done anything like this in public before so I would be more than a little embarrassed. Plus it's against the rules.

Ox's suggestion was that I post excerpts from my most recent fiction piece, Ralph, along with the same excerpts as revised following suggestions made on the Fiction board. The idea is to find out which version people like the best, so please comment.

The first ...

It's hard being shot down.
I have confidence in my skills. I've gone through intense training. My teachers have confidence in my skills.

Maybe I just suck at auditions.

I gave New York a shot, but the school there turned me down.

Feeling mixed emotions. On the one hand, my confidence suffered a heavy hammer blow or a shotgun blast. On the other hand, I think I just screwed the auditions and well... f*** them.

Maybe I'm not as ...

She stood as paralyzed as he, frozen within his body with no idea of how to proceed. This was it, they had failed. There had been no instructions for what they should do if they were to fail. It had been inconceivable. Now the end of the world was upon them and all she could do was hope.

My friend Waste. carelessly let slip of the existence of this site, I can only apologise to Waste. as goodness knows they weren't aware I'd join in too.
I have a lot to say, as do most people, I'll try to keep it as painless as possible, I'll avoid whining, berating - lecturing and all the other bad habits that it is all to easy to fall into with a blog. you will in short only see the best of me. (or at least thats the plan).

so at the present time I am 17 a penniless student ...