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Second Saturday Stories

Are you a writer? Submissions open for Second Saturday Stories

Are you a writer? Submissions open for Second Saturday Stories

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Hope in the bones of a burned bridge: Second Saturday Stories.

Hope in the bones of a burned bridge: Second Saturday Stories.

The scowl deepens and I think he’s going to protest, rebuking me with a technicality or theory the way he used to. When he meets my eyes I see the curiosity that pushed him through medical school battling the stubbornness that pushed him out of my life.  “Alright.” He muttered. “But he goes into a cell. Do you hear me Percy? I want him to rot until he’s an enfeebled and desperate old man.” 
One in the grave, one on the run today in Second Saturday Stories

One in the grave, one on the run today in Second Saturday Stories

Percy feels as though the hand of fate is finally going to crush him when he spots a familiar face leading a group of police into the throng. But with a trail of bodies behind him and an active fire at his back, will Percy be seen as a master criminal and thrown in a cell? And what of Doctor Carruthers, the man fated to destroy himself for Roger's twisted cause?
Death in the rail yard: Second Saturday Stories

Death in the rail yard: Second Saturday Stories

The blast is deafening under the rail car. A thick ringing fills my head making it feel like it’s stuffed with gauze. Joey stumbles. I watch him tap a charred hole his sweater with his left hand.
Someone takes their last breath today in Second Saturday Stories

Someone takes their last breath today in Second Saturday Stories

Percy manages to corner Roger only to find he's been effected by psychological torture as much as the good doctor. Roger begins to bend Percy's will among the speeding chaos of the train yard while Carruthers moves ever closer to his explosive endgame.
Chapter 11,  dead man burning: Second Saturday Stories

Chapter 11, dead man burning: Second Saturday Stories

My hand is on my Webley as soon as my heel touches gravel. Cocking the hammer sounds like a tidal wave to me and I feel a tremor as I draw a bead on the tallest of the three men. There’s no mistaking him in that stupid fur coat. I grab my wrist with my left hand. As soon as I let the shot off I know I’ve pulled instead of squeezed.
Skeleton Unburdened returns to Second Saturday Stories today.

Skeleton Unburdened returns to Second Saturday Stories today.

Percy almost convinces the doctor to run, but the psychological barbs Roger planted begin to surface, and Percy finds out just how dangerous Roger and his crew of soldiers really are. 
Demise of a detective, will Percy Perish? Second Saturday Stories

Demise of a detective, will Percy Perish? Second Saturday Stories

I register the cannon she’s got aimed at my gut before she changes her mind and introduces the stock to my cheekbone. She connects and my legs decide they’ve carried me long enough. The world doesn’t gently swim away like in a whiskey drunk. Instead darkness falls as fast as lead and I’m in dreamland before I hit the ground.
Detective faces his final breath: Second Saturday Stories

Detective faces his final breath: Second Saturday Stories

When Percy gets caught with these secrets he's confined to a cell and subjected to the merciless, conniving side of Carson that kept him alive on the battlefield.
Are  you trapped with a madman? Second Saturday Stories

Are you trapped with a madman? Second Saturday Stories

I feel the panic skitter just below my throat. from above me I swear there’s movement. Like someone standing just beyond the reach of my vision. I lick my lips to call out, sure I can see the crown of someones head, wisps of brown hair sticking up. I think of my dream. I hear the slap of tarot cards on my desk. I move to take another step, and an explosion of sound makes me jump.