Jan 162015
 

Well friends I am back with Fiction Saturday volume 2!!!  This is a noir style piece that I did a while ago.  Looks like 6 episodes of this one!  Thanks for reading!

Most people call me Jack.  Jackson is just too long, unless it’s Jackson Malone.  That rolls off the tongue quite nicely.  That’s me.  Jackson Malone.  Private Eye.  And I am on a case.  The case is simple.  Murder.

The brother of the victim had come to me for justice.  The police wouldn’t help much.  Their case was open and shut.  One homeless derelict beats another to death over a blanket or some other trinket.  Happens all the time in the city.  Case closed.  Until Rob Moran came into my ramshackle office that Thursday.

“Mr. Moran.  It’s nice to meet you. I’m Jackson Malone.  How can I help you today?” I asked this to a short man in a cheap suit as he entered my office for his appointment.  “Fine.  Fine.” He nervously replied.  “I need to, well, kind of, hire a, um, well, a, um, detective.”   “Well you’ve come to the right place.” I assured him.  “Would you like some coffee or something?”  “Than, than, thanks.” He stammered.  “But do you have anything stronger?”

“Sure, “I said “But it’s only 10 in the morning.”  “That’s ok.” He blurted out.  “I just need it.”  I got the bottle of whiskey from my desk drawer, a glass from the shelf behind me, and poured a couple of ounces into it.  He drank greedily.  I tilted the bottle to offer more but he shook his head.  “Thanks.  I needed that.”  “Well Mr. Moran,” I started again, “What can I do for you?”   “Well, I need help.” He said.  “I want you to find out who killed my brother, Nelson Moran.”

“Woah.” I said,  “This case has been all over the news.  The police have already closed it.  I may not find anything.”   “That is alright.” He replied.  “I just want you to look and try.  I need to know what happened.”   “Fine.” I said, “I will do what I can.”  “Great.  I appreciate it.”  He said as he pushed a retainer check for $500 across the battered wood surface of my desk.  That was more money than I had seen for a good 2 or 3 months.  I took the case.

“I’ll start tomorrow.  Where did he live?”  “That’s the thing,” he started.  “He was kind of homeless.  I do know that he had talked about shacking up in a warehouse on 1st and 32nd but I heard that place burned down about a week ago.  I can’t be much more specific than that.  He wouldn’t come live with me.”  “Alright.”  I said.  “Tomorrow, I will go down there and see what I can dig up.”  “Please do I really want to find out what happened.  My psychiatrist says it is “Closure”  I hope it will help.”  “I hope so too.” I said.  We stood, shook hands, and he left me to my thoughts and the $500 retainer on my desk

The next day was almost dismal, the weather trying to decide if it was sunny or going to rain.  I was in good spirits though.  I had some cash and a job to do.  I actually got up early to begin.

Rob had told me that his brother was homeless, which didn’t help hardly at all, but I decided to check out the warehouse down on 32nd street.  I walked the dozen blocks to the place and stood in front, just looking for anything that may be helpful.

The warehouse had been condemned and boarded up after the fire but it looked like a good place to find homeless people who may know something in exchange for five bucks or so.  I threw my half -burned cigarette to the ground and crushed it out with my shoe, preparing myself for anything.  I walked towards the alley that ran beside the building, hoping that a side door had been jimmied open and allowed ingress to the building.  There was.

The smell of smoke and burned paper were still strong as I approached the warehouse even though the fire had been out for over 3 months according to Alan Rich, my editor friend at the Times.  He had told me that the warehouse was a storage facility for sensitive documents that the police were holding.  The theory was that the fire was a cover up.  Of course nothing could be proven so here sat the empty warehouse.

As I got to the entrance to the alleyway and ducked the yellow crime scene tape, the scents of feces and urine joined the smoke.  Rotting garbage made its appearance, further assaulting my nose as I entered.  The sun was high over head, if filtered by high clouds, and it was easy to see the stained concrete and the graffiti on the walls; as well as the door to the warehouse, jimmied open.  It was on my right about thirty yards ahead of me.

Join us next week for part 2 of Fiction Saturday!  Jackson Malone.

Thanks for reading!

-Justin

Jan 162015
 

It has been quite a while since I have posted on here.  I don’t know why exactly, just life got in the way, or I just didn’t have the desire.  I finally came up with a solution to some registrar problems and that is why my URL has slightly changed.  I worked quite a while last night on getting links changed and things working correctly on my blog here, and it is mostly fixed.  The podcasts are still a mess, another issue with Amazon S3 that we wont get into.  Here is the thing that I found the most strange after all of this, I got everything set up because I wanted to post something again.  Then, I got into a blank post editor and I didn’t know what I wanted to do.  I have looked at this screen off and on for about 9 hours now, and I am finally writing something.  I am kind of confused because I did want to post.  Bring a little of that old cathartic magic back, but when it was time to step up and do it, I drew a blank.  I didn’t want to write.  I guess I was just content to let the site lie.  I don’t know how many people are actually reading this blog anymore, I don’t really care.  There are so many blogs out there, who can keep track of them all?  When I started in this adventure, there were many but not overly flooded like there is now.  I started podcasting because it was cool, and I really wanted to have my own private radio station.  Now the market is so flooded that I don’t know that I should bother.  I think I will stick to writing and maybe have a Talk Like a Pirate Day podcast and that is all.  I just don’t know what to do for sure.  Write, put it out there and hope that there is someone who googles for just the right thing to bring them to some profound post that I have written.  Even the Stay at Home Dad market seems to be flooded and we are not such a novelty anymore.  Bah.  I am just going to rant for a while and post.  I need the discipline of writing often and well so that I can finish my book by the end of the year.  That is the goal, the resolution, the ultimatum from the wife.  We will see what happens.  Comment down below if you feel so inclined, if not, no worries.  Just know you were here for the first post of the reboot…

Later

-Justin

Jul 092014
 

Hello Folks.  I hope you had a good weekend and all of you fathers, a good Fathers day.  I know I did.

The point today is a reset.  Start over from a point, not the beginning.  Last week was hard for me to balance for some reason.  The kids are home from school for the summer, yardwork needs to be done house needs to be cleaned.  Somewhere I didn’t get much writing done.  I did start playing with podcasts, and worked a ton getting our quilting business site up and running.

I still am not finished with all of the things that I have for sale but it is functional for about half.  Check out http://brendasquiltshop.com.  It is amazing what you can do with WordPress!

So, This week I am resetting. I didn’t get today’s post out before now, and that is ok.  I didn’t get a quality piece done for fiction saturday and that is bothering me a bit but I am not going to stress about that either.  I didn’t even get something up over at Cantankerous Old Coots for today. That is ok too.  We have good stuff coming for the rest of the week.

Thanks for staying with me over the week, traffic has still been fairly good even with my slacking.  Taking a reset yesterday and today, posts tues, thurs, fri, and a good one on saturday.  I may have to rethink another day off in posting and hope my rankings don’t slip any further.  We will see about that.

I have a bunch of products and books that I am either starting or barely into working on including a Coots collaboration with Ralph Carlson.  Look for that in a bit.

Have a good day folks, remember the lessons that we tried to teach in the first Pre-Writing Challenge, have some posts in queue so this doesn’t happen.  The only issue with that, if you use a post from the queue, replace it or you have nothing left!

See you tomorrow.

Justin

Jul 092014
 

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**This is a special guest post by Becca Campbell.  My review will be coming in the near future.**

I’m very excited to announce the release of my latest New Adult novel Empath, the first book in the Flawed Series. Read on to find out more about this paranormal thriller and be sure to enter the giveaway at the end for an awesome prize package.

The Struggle of an Empath

Supernatural empathy isn’t a gift, it’s a curse. Anywhere she goes, Jade’s emotions are replaced by those of the people around her.

Jade grew up in a suburb of Colorado Springs, protected from other people by her parents. Now she faces college—and the world—with nothing to shield her from unwanted feelings.

When Cam, a classmate with a major crush on her unintentionally hijacks her emotions, Jade struggles to keep from being carried away in feelings of attraction. When Ethan, a psychopath with a thirst for fear, fixates on her, the emotional impact could be lethal.

Caught in a deadly trap, Jade must untangle the emotions and find a way to use her empathic curse to overcome this killer or be overcome by him.

Empath eBook Now Available

Get your ebook copy now at any of these sites (paperback copies are not yet available, but coming soon!):

 

Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Barnes & Noble

Kobo | iTunes (coming soon!)

Prize Package Giveaway

To celebrate the release, I’m running a giveaway for two lucky winners.

Grande Prize:

A rare, autographed proof copy of the paperback

A 12″ X 18″ poster of the cover art

Empath notebook
Empath notebook

Empath collector’s button

Empath button prize copy

Second Prize:

An autographed paperback copy

 

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IMG_9817 a lowresBecca J. Campbell is the author of the New Adult Romantic Science Fiction novels Foreign Identity and Gateway to Reality, and Sub-Normal, a series of short stories. An avid lover of stories that tiptoe the line between fantasy and reality (even when they plunge off one side or the other), Becca looks for new angles on bridging the gap between the two. She holds a special place in her heart for any story that involves superpowers or time travel. Her passion is defying the limits of her own creativity. You can find her on her Author Blog, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest, and Amazon