CHAPTER 25
Another twenty minutes saw our prisoners separated and stuffed into the backs of a number of vehicles for the return to the nick, Chris long gone in the ambulance as a paramedic stayed with us to look after one of the five who had apparently met Elaine’s asp face-first.

She was a strange mixture of nerves and seething rage, and as we sat in the car I took the risk and squeezed her shoulder. She simply laid her hand on mine and squeezed back before taking her mobile out and once more switching it to speaker mode. As Blake finished calling out recovery for the other vehicles and the van, she rang Control.

“Hi Jan, Inspector Powell here. Can you call the duty Super out? I’ll need a word. And the on-call CID Inspector”

Alright. Longtime reader, first time poster. I think I started tuning in around the end of the Bush (the lesser) years. Here's the beginning of a pretty basic story that I think could be fun.

If you like it and want more, say that and I'll post the continuation.

If you hate it and want me to kill myself. Maybe just say that you don't like it.

It's whimsical, it's dark, it's twisted and borderline nonsensical.

Chapter One
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You can find life even in the most frozen tundra (notes from an explorer).

Once, Betelgeuse VII was a paradise for transgender people and rare sexual minorities, but now, the planet is in chaos. Its economy is collapsing. The sun might go supernova at anytime if neon fusion doesn't start in its core. People are captive, there is no way out and the sun might explode soon.

CHAPTER 24
Almost immediately my phone beeped at me, which saved me from talking to Blake.

CCTV 5 up bsbl bats.

Oh. Baseball bats. I showed the text to my companion, and he grunted.

“We’re on, then. Buckle in”

I caught his mood, and put my seat belt on.

Goat in Smugglers one tango obsing

“Chris is in the Smuggler’s, Blake. One of the targets has eyeballs on it”

Jerry Tanner has a a lot of experience with games, but can he survive being caught in a game played by the gods?

No more waiting, oh

Parody of "What you waiting for" by Gwen Stefani which can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5qICl3Fr3w

I know it’s finally time
Time for all to see
Too many years gone by
Now I have to be free ...

(Tick-tock, tick tock, tick- tock ..)

Since I was born,
mistaken for a boy
Internal conversations,
How much could I take?

What if they say I’m a sinner ?

This excerpt - from a fictional book by his fictional daughter - provides a bit of background for the character of Malak and his world.

Rodford Edmiston

Excerpt from a book published in 1970, written by Arielle (the Lioness) Labelle.

My Father Has Wings

by

Arielle Labelle

CHAPTER 23
I wish I had known those people years before, or people like them, who could have brought my parents out of the pit along with me. What I was learning, in the end, was that it wasn’t about individuals as such but about a way of thinking. We had English, Welsh and French there, all together and smiling. It sort of flew in the face of so much of my experience of policing, and then another thought struck me, no doubt triggered by the kids in wheelchairs and leg braces we had just shared dinner with.

A boy with a reputation as a troublemaker quickly turns over a new leaf with the help of his family, his two best friends, and The Prissy Princess Correctional Club.

Sorry for the delay in posting. Lost my Mojo. Yep. Fell for a girl, and then I was abandoned. She took my Mojo with her. So I had to grow my Mojo from a tiny seedling all over again.
I'm joking. I've just been flat out with life, and with trying to figure out the rest of the book.

“What you have to consider is whether she was lying or not.”

A Second Chance

By Dawn Natelle

Another long wait between Chapters. Maybe I should ask Rachael to pray for me to get another one out soon: Dawn.

WEDNESDAY, June 1, 2016