It doesn’t take long for my local guy to get me fitted up with some new threads, I have to admit it, my wardrobe was getting to be a tad bit on the worn side, not to mention I had been losing some weight so most of my clothes hung on me like I was...
I’ve got a bad feeling about this. George Lucas, Han Solo, Star Wars: A New Hope Garden of Gesemine, Jerusalem 1099 During the First Crusade He had stood in this garden many times before, the cool breeze carrying the smells of peace...
Once more unto the breach my friends William Shakespeare Henry V The Black Forest, what is now Bavaria The middle ages The sun had begun to set behind the mountains as Father Vitoro made his way towards the small modest cottage he lived...
I pull out my pocket watch as I stand in mid day sun, the two hours I told Sarah to wait hadn’t expired yet so I was sure she was chomping at the bit to call Dean and have him out searching the neighborhood to find me. I tuck the envelope of cash...
The trip to the seedy side of town near the east river docks and the more crime riddled areas of town took me less time than I thought. The cabbie knew a few short cuts and that shaves some time off the trip. Like I told Sarah there really wasn’t...
I let my office door swing shut and took my suspenders off my shoulders as I began to unbutton my once white dress shirt. I could hear Sarah pecking away on her typewriter and I thought about what was going on with her. I knew it wasn’t...
The conversation with Heather didn’t go like I thought it would, she still had very little in the way of new information to give me on why now, of all times her ex was trying to off her. I had more information from my sources about her ex’s...
The cops show up faster than I would have thought, but then again this isn’t exactly a bad neighborhood and someone shooting it up is bound to get the local shop owners and good natured citizens all worked up. The pitted concrete and shattered...
I finished splashing water on my face and then toweled off the excess before leaving the small bathroom in the outer office. My secretary Sarah was organizing the pencils in her pencil cup as I came out and I fixed her with a hard stare. She was...
Sometimes it is the smallest of things that can turn an idea or a thought in to something more. Often times with me it can be a passing phrase read in a book or a news story that can inspire random musings in my mind. Other times it is some piece of...
Dean was a lieutenant at the local police precinct, we had come up together from the police academy and while I heard the call of the private sector after I got frustrated about never really helping people, Dean had stayed in and worked his way up...
I must confess that much of my love of writing or even my adventurous nature and the creative side of my personality derives from my mother being an English teacher. At an early age she instilled in my older brother and I as well as my younger...
An hour later I watch her walk out my office door, she looks just as good walking away as she had sitting in my office. After she disappears around the corner I walk back into my office, I grab the glass of scotch and down it in one gulp. The ice...
Authors Note: This is a story I have been working on for a close friend, the idea came to me after watching a recent episode of the TV show Fringe where one of the main characters, Walter weaves an enchanting story using many elements of his own...
Authors Note: This is an article I wrote two years ago about Sidney Crosby and how he became the face of the NHL. It was originally posted on the NHL's fansite but since the site has undergone so many changes I decided to take it down, rework it and...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both… Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken The border between Poland and Germany World War II, 1944 The Soviet Red Army had pushed the Germans back to their...
Every Story has a beginning; it is the ending that makes it worthwhile. There seems to have been alot of sharing of personal hockey tales this past week. Some were so brilliantly done that one is forced to almost weep the story was so moving....
A quick note here by way of explanation. I know the first couple of chapters of this story have been up for a while but i have decided to act on the suggestion that I break up the long blocks of text and so I am splitting them up and posting the...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction that I have been toying around with for a few years and haven't gotten much beyond the first few chapters. I have had several friends look it over and they say to keep it going as I have envisioned it being a...
Tom Brokaw called them the Greatest Generation. They were perhaps the most unheralded group of men this country has ever seen. They stepped forward without thought or consequence and did the impossible. They were hard men, living hard lives. They...