Maybe taking a bus might not be his best idea, perhaps steal another car. Either way if he got caught by the cops, Mickey knew it would be just a matter of time before those who were after him would find a […]
Mickey had carved out a small little niche, a hole in the wall so to speak where he didn’t have to worry about all the vile things that happened in his past. A witness to a murder, and he ran. Lucky for […]
Here is another short story for your enjoyment. You can also check others over at https://www.patreon.com/ianworrall Marco Jensen had always loved pretty Falmouth with its tense, lush trees. It was a place where he never felt lonely. Many women saw him an […]
I thought I would give you a little taste of what happens between Melissa and Chris in between the end of No Rest For The Vengeful and the beginning of the next book. If you’d like to read more of my short […]
Mainstream media is not something you can really trust, they have this corporate left-wing agenda as though they’re the experts on everything. They can do no wrong and people like Doug can do no right. The world was perfect before all these […]
Warren put his guitar back on its stand, he hated having to go back to his job as a firefighter. That job became a source of more and more resentment as the years went by, especially after the band he was kicked […]
Rodger was known as a very good strikebreaker. He wasn’t the kind though to crash through a picket line he would scout who were the most vocal on the line, and who were the most vocal at any meetings with management. And […]
The human body was never meant to endure this kind of treatment. Jonah wondered whatever did he do to deserve this. Locked in a room with no light tied to a chair, every so often someone would come in wearing a mask […]
Sammy never let his conscience be troubled by trivial details like who any of his scams would hurt. Anything and everything that brought money to him was a good thing, what did it matter if someone got fleeced? They should have been […]
Hello, Today I am sharing a short story for your enjoyment. Running through the maze I can see hear the stomping of the hooves. What beast was after me? The pounding was like fifty bass drums in a marching band. The ground […]