Albom (rough draft) |
The Albom sector was always the most dangerous. It had always been this way since the inception of the training program. To be honest, since government sanctions were lifted there was no p... Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 22:53:00 GMT |
Albom (unfinished rough draft) |
The Albom sector was always the most dangerous. It had always been this way since the inception of the training program. To be honest, since government sanctions were lifted there was no... Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 14:36:00 GMT |
Poetry Assignment I |
PANTOUMPrometheusThere were no fires here, yetWe lounged atop hills of green, under azure skies.We claimed vast expanses of land for our own.All the while, we hid our truths, we hid our lies.We lounge... Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 01:45:00 GMT |
Prescience VIII (Final?) |
VIII. So a couple weeks later we were chasing this junkie one night, Chas and I, up the stairs of the Pennyworth Apartments. Usually this kind of thing, the chasing and the huffing and the... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:03:00 GMT |
Prescience VII |
VII. After cases everyone usually heads back to the station. You go to the lockers, get changed, get your stuff, eventually go home, paperwork permitting. This is where Chas and I ha... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:01:00 GMT |
Prescience VI |
VI. I was twenty eight when my father was on his death bed. I made it a point to visit him despite our&history. I hate hospitals as they always smell like latex, and this one was no ... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:00:00 GMT |
Prescience V |
V. I moved to New York to become, of all the goddamned things, a cop. I lived in Boston for a few years prior, bartending at a small hole in the wall called the "Red Corner." It was ... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:58:00 GMT |
Prescience IV |
IV. My name is James Parlance. Yes, Parlance, like the fucking saying. I've been called everything from Jim to Jimmy to Lance to Parly and probably anything else you can think of in ... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:57:00 GMT |
Prescience III |
III. Everything came to a head between myself and my father one night after he was too liquored up to even turn the lights on in the house. I came home from some party or another to find h... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:56:00 GMT |
Prescience II |
II. I can vividly remember the sound of my father's belt as it was ripped from his jeans; like the hiss of some sort of amalgam snake of hide and steel. This is how the beatings woul... Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:55:00 GMT |