From a Current WIP, “Black Eyes”

Knock! Knock! “Are you kidding me? Who’s stopping here this late at night?” Rochefort “Roach” Scott placed the bookmark in his paperback copy of The Black and glanced at the mantle clock. “It’s 11:50, damn near midnight,“ he muttered as he put the book on the coffee table and levered …

Surrounded!

This morning’s work on “All Back Emergency” finds Captain Tracy and the Triton stuck on the surface and surrounded by three unknown craft. Another 537 words added to their predicament. A conspiracy is about to become reality… As for writing? Perhaps mornings are my best element. -John

Day Twenty-Four – Dem Bones

Frustrated with everything else these days so I am back to writing. Added 543 words today to Horror of Hell Hole Swamp. Yes, I am changing the title. My band of searchers discover a bone pile. Not deer nor bear nor small game bones, but human, yet not really human, …