Category: Continuation
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The Woman at the Intersection
I didn’t sleep the rest of that night. I tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling, replaying Oliver’s voice. What if she’s been watching ever since? 6 AM. Sitting at my kitchen table, coffee within reach, and my laptop open, scouring all the public records I could, looking for Patricia Denton. It didn’t take long…
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The Missing Building – Part VII: Conclusion
The Missing Building concludes tonight! Paul Sullivan finally meets the ghost who’s haunted him for thirty years. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed. What price would you pay to see beyond the ordinary world? Part VII drops now. Link in comments. #fiction #mystery #serializedstory
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The Missing Building – Part VI
Ruby reveals the horrifying truth about Paul’s grandfather and his ties to TRI. It’s time for Paul to make an impossible choice, as they race through the parking garage shadows. The Missing Building is racing toward its stunning conclusion! Stay tuned for the last chapter, coming soon!
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The Missing Building – Part V
“I’ll help you find Ruby.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Gracie’s hand gripped mine so tight my knuckles turned white. Johnson nodded once. “Smart choice, Mr. Sullivan.” “I have conditions.” He smiled. “Of course you do.” But some deals come with a price, one that neither of us expected.
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The Missing Building – Part IV
They practiced this dance before. We hadn’t. Three black Suburbans. No escape. Agent Johnson wants fifteen minutes to talk. Fifteen minutes to change everything. The continuation of The Missing Building by Joe Class III
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The Missing Building – Part III
The shower didn’t help. Twenty minutes of hot water, and I still couldn’t figure out what to say to Agent Johnson. Or whoever he really was. After eight men show up at 3 AM looking for my cousin Ruby, I need answers. But when I dial the number on his business card, nothing is what…
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The Missing Building – Part II
An impossible photograph and a woman who knows too much. A grandfather dead for thirty years, alive. Paul’s quiet retirement? It’s over.
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Foam and Blood
Frank Kellerman watches the con unfold. Thirty years on the force taught him to read setups. Tonight’s different.
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Seraphina and her companions – Meeting in Veritaville
“Seraphina, you can’t be serious!” Alexander’s voice boomed through the tavern, his fists clenched in frustration. Six men. Four women. That was the council and Seraphina? She was the natural choice to lead Veritaville. Alexander, a natural-born leader and herder of goats on the outskirts of their village, protested Seraphina’s announcement. “I thought we were…
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Kassie’s First Seattle Home
“Caleb?” She whispered his name again, thinking that he didn’t hear her. Granted, she was doing her best to stay as quiet as possible, the house dark and empty. Caleb and Kassie were moving out of the house, upsetting as it was to Kassie. The old house had character, panache. Style. That’s the reason the…
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No Rides – Ever! Finale
“Whew. That was a close one, dude. Wasn’t it, Tommy?” Preacher started to pull out another Marlboro light, ready to spark the lighter. “Don’t even think about it. Do that again and I will make a point of dropping you on I-55. Late or not. I won’t even mind being ten or fifteen minutes late…
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No Rides – Ever! Part II
The ride to the interstate was short but quiet, Preacher halfway leaning back in the reclining seat. “Not to make you nervous or anything, but how many times have you been pulled over?” “You have what?” Tommy did his best to concentrate on his northbound lane of Interstate 55. After 8 p.m., traffic lightened to…
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Commotion Outside Vrbinski, Neil, and Kurt – Part II
“It’s none of your business,” Emily hissed at Amy. “If you think I’m going to sit down and talk to the police, you are even crazier than Brian is!” Amy nodded, watching two officers climb the stairs. Brian breezed right by both young men, smiling as he went, making it to the Maserati before they…
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Commotion in Kansas – Part II
“She’s a sweet girl.” Crystal winked at Sharon. “Now, how late were you up that night, anyway?” Even with Sharon’s blackout curtains up, red and blue flashes lit up her darkened bedroom. No noise other than the hum of the engines of two police cars, one sitting near Sharon’s house, the other parked further down…
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The Sanderson Law Firm
“No, that’s normal.” Glancing through the folder on her desk and quickly scanning her computer, she trusted the file. “Especially in these cases.” A porcelain mug filled to the rim with cold coffee sat next to the computer, the closest thing she had to drink. “Mhmm,” she said into the phone, gulping down the cold…
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Brookhurst H.O.A.: Brock Myers
Waves rolled up the shoreline, crashing against the massive rocks, dragging lighter ones back into the deeper water. The Pacific Ocean smells of sand, salt, and fish oil hung heavy in the morning air. Lacing up his shoes, checking his watch, and sliding his sunglasses up his nose, he started to run. The sunshine and…
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Carter Calls Bianchi
(Continuation of Bullets and Frozen Bananas) Heather Bianchi looked down from the 18th floor of 610 Newport Center, expecting a call from Alex Carter. Alex took his orders from Heather and Heather only. Sighing, Heather looked out to the Newport Harbor and the massive yachts. She knew her boss, Marco Rossi, wasn’t a patient man.…
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Geoff & Tony – Next-Door Neighbors Part II
I met Geoff through a mutual friend and coworker, John Kirby. Kirby and Geoff were friends back in the day went they both lived in the Mission District of San Francisco. Both men had good jobs, John well on his way to being a professional rock musician, and Geoff working as a manager at Zim’s,…
