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True Crime 18 Aug 2013 | 11:42 pm
The bestselling mystery novel fell from the bored killer’s hand. As if he, or anyone like him, needed a reason to open up someone’s neck.
A Writer’s Block 18 Aug 2013 | 11:42 pm
Lacking a story, the writer turned to bourbon, which turned into a night in jail and seven new stories in the bank.
The Singularity 18 Aug 2013 | 11:41 pm
Emma was happy to be celebrating her 300th birthday, but slightly worried about the mortgage she’d recently taken out on her new amygdala.
The Amateur 18 Aug 2013 | 11:40 pm
It was a few hours into the third day of representing himself at trial that Bill realized talk can actually be quite expensive.
An Elegant Extradition 18 Aug 2013 | 11:39 pm
A corrupt Manhattan stockbroker believed drowned in a sailing accident was recently found living in Amsterdam, as a painter under an assumed name. He was arrested during his first one-man gallery show...
The Ex-Writer 18 Aug 2013 | 11:41 am
Depending on how the previous night had gone, he’d write between five hundred and five thousand words a day. Every day. It was something he’d done since he was a kid. It wasn’t discipline, as much a...
The Meat Con 18 Aug 2013 | 11:38 am
The white plastic supermarket bag was in the back pocket. In thirteen minutes, I wouldn’t be hungry. I walked through the front door plainly dressed. Without looking at anyone, I headed straight bac...
Writing in Restaurants 18 Aug 2013 | 11:37 am
I hadn’t typed anything in three days. The laundry was done, the bookshelf re-organized, and the beer bottles thrown out. Even the taxes from the last three years got filed. I’d read somewhere tha....
The Copywriter 18 Aug 2013 | 11:36 am
“I’m leaving,” he said. The dog stared at him, ears flat. “I’ll be right back buddy, you’re a good boy, be right back.” John got to the sidewalk and took a left. Glancing at his watch, he was on tr...
The Closer 18 Aug 2013 | 11:34 am
The sun was shining in Seattle as she walked through the door. It had been six months since I’d seen her, and her purse was thick with money. I let her pad around a bit, hanging back. She was wearing...
