The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 3
Short Story He was named Anton. Not after anyone in his family. His kin started in the fires of war and peace that ravaged Eastern Europe. His grandfather fled to the New World. He...
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Short Story He was named Anton. Not after anyone in his family. His kin started in the fires of war and peace that ravaged Eastern Europe. His grandfather fled to the New World. He...
Serial Fiction Reality was incarnated into a modern black and white photograph. A wrinkled old man holding a cigarette, wavy gray hair, thoughtful eyes. Wearing the same shoes for the past ten years. The...
Short Story ‘Our choices have been made for us by our drunk parents.’ Said Archibald casually. Anton’s scattered mind visibly focused on that thought and his mentor’s eyebrows. He was born dry-mouthed. ‘Do not...
Serial Novel The father and husband who traditionally must be the last line of defense wasn’t. Instead of lending a warm hand and some of his time he saw the situation as an opportunity...
Serial Fiction ‘Keeping my sanity. I see. I see. I see. I think that I see. But! I don’t see. I see. I see. I see. I see. I don’t see. I see....
Crime Novels Upon entering darkness a light clicked on, illuminating a sturdy metal door. A high-pitched metallic sound broke the silence. The door was being unlatched. Another clerk appeared holding a gas lantern. ‘This...
Serial Fiction He kept after York with more vigor and enthusiasm after he started seeing through his many masks. York noticed his change of spirit and appreciated it. He shared his opinion that there were...
Serial Fiction ‘Oh, one more thing. They don’t use their real names here. Instead they choose a famous composer or such and they go by one name.’ Archibald whispered in his ear. ‘They’ll label...
Serial Fiction He slowly grew to despise the pleasures of the flesh. He had always hated people. He considered this his greatest strength because he stayed away from them and that gave him time...
Serial Fiction ‘Sixty three.’ Archibald went on. ‘The population of this blissful town. I know everyone by name and they are all wonderful well- mannered folk. Some were born here, some paid for the...
Serial Fiction The Brewer was building on a steady progress. He felt like he was inside a cheesecake, soft and creamy all around. He dosed off. He was sitting in his first grade...
Serial Fiction ‘Why do I sense something criminally wrong behind this speech?!’ ‘Because you are smart enough to know that behind every fortune there is an … action of omission.’ ‘I was borne in...