Monthly Archives: January 2016

The Misadventures of John Marlowe, P.I.

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Finally finished my first novel, available on Kindle.  It’s a noirish story about a P.I., the young protege/assistant that he couldn’t dissuade from working for him, and a mysterious group that seems to be behind a number of his more interesting cases recently.

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Last Memory

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The image was burned into her memory as clear as a photo. The coffee-cup motif with the address above it.   Of course she remembered it sideways, viewed as she lay on the floor with consciousness slipping away.   She knew that was where he had died, where he’d been killed.   Thanks to the bullet in her brain she couldn’t remember anything else – not his name, or her own for that matter. But that was enough, a place to start her hunt; she would find them and make them pay. But first she had to get the IV out of her arm.

Friday Fictioneers 100 words

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Research results

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He couldn’t believe what was happening. Just as he’d added a few drops of the latest catalyst the liquid concoction had started to bubble, or so he’d thought at first. Turned out it was actually starting to levitate, the catalyst drops forming the center of some sort of energy field that rose up and emitted a strange blue and green glow. “Great Scott, these energy readings are off the chart!” He exclaimed to himself. He meticulously recorded and cross-checked the results. No mistaking it, 1.21 gigawatts of energy produced from a small amount of readily, cheaply available chemicals.

It wasn’t quite a perpetual motion machine, but it had the potential to be a tremendous source of cheap energy, one that produced no harmful by-products or emissions as far as his instruments could measure. With time and a great deal of additional research, it could revolutionize the energy industry.

With a sigh he dumped out the solution and washed his instruments, this would never do. This had been one big, long dead-end, getting him not at all closer to fulfilling the contract with the sponsors of his research. “Dammit,” he thought, “back to the drawing board for my erectile dysfunction medication.”

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Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, 200 words

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