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It was ten past noon and Michael was started to get the jitters. The race was supposed to start ten minutes ago, but some last minute haggling over the payout was pushing things back.  Heat was rolling of the asphalt in waves, and a half dozen idling engines wasn’t helping any.  Michael avoided helmets whenever he could, he knew they made it safer but he felt like it cut his peripheral vision down.  They were running an Eclipse today, the engine had been beefed up to three hundred horse’s but there were two skylines in the field, as well as a supra. The deals stopped and Frank signaled with a thumbs up, but Michael wasn’t wat

The Hunter He could feel the breath upon the back of his neck. And the eyes staring him down, he knew he was some where near by. He could smell the scent of American flesh. It was hard to explain to outsiders what the scent was they where to used to it to recognize its stench. His gun was leveled at his eye line as he spun in a slow methodical circle looking for even the slightest hint of a man in the foliage. A slight rustling of the leaves gave of the position, before the prey could move the shot was off. It ripped through the flesh of the beast leaving nothing in its wake. The boar fell to the ground sending leaves and vermin scurrying fo

The sun was low in the sky and the wind was cool but the asphalt was still warm from the spring sun.  The directions he had been given were terrible, leading him well into downtown Sacramento.  Turning around at the first exit he could find he breathlessly carried the near empty streets.  He was running late, it was almost 6:30 and he was supposed to be there at 6:15.  The game was starting, but he could careless; he wasn’t going for the game he was going to see her.   He knew of her that was how he described their relationship.  He had met her over the internet about a week before.  So in truth he didn’t know her as much as he kne

It had been almost an hour since the last act finished up and people were still milling about.  Stragglers had always bothered Frank, Millie his daughter loved them but Frank saw them for what they were People who weren’t going to spend any more money.  Frank stepped from the giant circus tent and started towards the ticket booth a near frigid breeze rolled across the field.  As the cold seeped into Frank’s small body he tried hard to remember why he kept the ticket booth so far from big top.  The big top, Frank chuckled to himself he hadn’t called this place the big top in years at least not since Millie was a little girl. T

 The room was small, just big enough for the table that Thomas sat at. Thomas was considered the baby among his circle of friends but they weren’t really his friends; they were Railynn’s. Rai, as she liked to be called, and Thomas had been married for two years. The first year had been wonderful; they slept late and took trips every weekend. That had slowly dwindled away and the marriage had turned cold. Rai thought it was her fault, that she wasn’t pretty enough or creative enough. That was why she had converted their shed to a workshop; Thomas loved woodworking. Rai had hoped it would make him happy and bring some of the joy

 Julius was not an extraordinary man. He was actually quite the opposite.  At eleven he was the tallest boy on Rosenthal lane, but now as he approached his 75th birthday he was the shortest.  Julius though liked to remember that he was still the tallest eleven year old.  I must apologize for we have just met and I have already told you two lies.  The first is that Julius is quite extraordinary because Julius has no tears left in him.  The other is less a lie and more an omission of change.  The small road that Julius lives on, that his family had lived on for six generations was no longer called Rosenthal lane it had been renamed in honor of

It had seemed like days but he couldn’t tell for sure, the sun neither rose nor set across the desert of the forgotten. At first he rested when he was tired, sleeping if he must but on the third night the scavengers had sensed his presence and the girl. The girl’s soul reeked of innocence. The Scavengers had been here long enough to know how to survive, they ripped the innocence from the newly arrived and feasted. Twice he had to pull them from this plane, but that was dangerous. He could feel the hands of Lucifer closer to his mind each time. He could feel the fiend’s anger at his betrayal. In all the history of Lucifer’