Monthly Archives: January 2011

Placebo part 12: Blue

Shit. Blurry vision. Something blue is coming into focus. My left arm won’t move for some reason. People talking. I let out a small grunt, and the blue blur turns towards me. The talking stops.
Focus regains slowly. Shit. It’s a uniform.
“Jackson. Come on wake up”, the cops instructs me. “Hey get him some water.” A young girl brings me some. She was one of the bartenders. Her eyes show how rough the night has been for her already. I try to focus on those eyes as I sip the water. Try to reassure her even though I’m the one in serious trouble here.
“Jackson, what happened here?”
“ I don’t know.” I look to my unmoving arm and realized I’m handcuffed to the chair. “This necessary?”
“That’s up to you,” He kneels down to my leg, pulling up my jeans, revealing the small tracking radio on my leg. “Pretty impressive how you disabled this.”
Could this night get any better?
“Look Jackson, tell me what you know, either way you’ve broken parole and are heading back south, but you help me, I’ll talk to your Parole Officer for you.”
I stare at the floor. Watch an ant skitter across. I’m now a bug in this, whatever this is? Before we get started there is one thing I need to know.
“Sparrow?”
The faces in the room tell me all I need to know.

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Make Something #4


Make Something #4 is now out. My short story “A Sword Walks Into A Bar” is included and the back cover also has one of my creatures on it. You can purchase physical copies here at Magcloud and the same site allows for digital downloads for the ipad.
You can also download a digital copy in pdf form at SCRIBD
I’m excited to be part of such a good magazine full of awesome talent.
Make Something #4

UPDATE: THats not my story. I have contacted the publisher and I am waiting on an answer to why that has my title and name on it. I’m sorry if you already purchased a copy of the magazine. If you did expecting to get a story by me, please send me an email and we will work something out.

UPDATE: O.k. now my story is included. Again, if you had already purchased one to get a story by me, please email me and I will get you a correct copy.

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Placebo part 11.

The band is finishing up the set. The air in the room is charged with youthful energy, sparking the lungs, and moving the adrenaline needle. It overtakes me, makes me feel young. I’m pretty sure I’m smiling. A big, goofy grin, I bet. My phone vibrates in my pocket.
I let it ring.
The set ends, the noise of the cheering crowd pounds my ear drums. Sparrow and crew take the final bow, and she turns to leave the stage.
I catch the light falling over her, and realize how beautiful she is on stage. She’s alive. Her eyes sparkle as she walks towards me, smiling my way. I wave out to her.
She’s half way to me, when her smile fades, and a look of utter fear crosses her face. She’s looking past me. I turn to see what could bring that gaze out of her.
My face meets the oncoming end of the shotgun and it’s a K.O.

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