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“Amongst Enemies” (microfiction)

The men eagerly poured into the hall. As they settled into their seats, the servants came bringing drinks and plates filled with food. The air soon filled with the smell of delicacies and the laughter of men. As the revelry... Continue Reading →

"I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight" The radio crooned as the detectives walked the scene. There was nothing a... Continue Reading →

Chapter 11: The Mists

Chapter 11 of Sleeper Cell Angela led the way to the former Dr. Loveitt's condo. When they arrived Justin jimmied the lock and a couple minutes they found themselves looking into a very posh living room. Justin looked at Angela,... Continue Reading →

Chapter 10: Blue Ocean Floor

Chapter 10 of Sleeper Cell Angela and Justin pulled into the parking garage of Dr. Loveitt's building. Heart racing a mile a minute she sat silently beside Justin, waiting for him to tell her what the next move was. Growing... Continue Reading →

Chapter 9: Present Course of Action

Chapter 9 of Sleeper Cell Justin awoke for the second time in twenty-four hours unsure of where he was or how he got there. Unlike the last time though, he awoke without the dull throbbing headache and without being attached... Continue Reading →

Chapter 8: A Reader’s Remorse

Chapter 8 of Sleeper Cell Agent Brown sat transfixed on the couch unable to move. The man had long since disappeared from her living but she remained seated. Clutching the silly manila envelope, she hadn't dared to open. His mission... Continue Reading →

Chapter 7: Can You Keep a Secret?

Chapter 7 of Sleeper Cell Agent Brown trudged up the four flights of stairs to her condo. She could taken the elevator but the ice cream in the back of freezer was calling her name. Emotional eating was on the... Continue Reading →

Chapter 6: The Morning After

Sleeper Cell Part 6 Agent Brown sipped a cup of piping hot coffee, black. No sugar, no cream. She knew that this morning was going to brutal when she turned on the local news and saw the now former Director's... Continue Reading →

Chapter 2: From Dr. Loveitt, With Love…

Chapter 2 of  Sleeper Cell The rain fell down like sheets, blanketing the ground, drowning the storm drains. He ignored it. His only focus was getting home and protecting the files he'd smuggled out of the office in an interior... Continue Reading →

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