(c) 2003 by Thrillerauthor For those who missed Parts I and II, the players are: Sandy Lane, pro surfer with an uncanny resemblance to... Ashley Vaughn, gorgeous Hollywood starlet in a TV series produced by... Darla Palmer, who convinces Sandy to bob his nose after he is punched out by rival surfer... Buster Cruz, whose mysterious death in Honolulu is b...
This is the second part of the crime and punishment saga. I intend to write this story before, after, and through the old story. My friend John did the original edit on this part a while back. It has gone through many revisions and edits since then. I'm sorry to see that some are not reading because they did not like how I resolved the last version. Sorry,...
Martin's Halloween Nightmare is a short side story using the characters and world of Martin Hastings. An unusual story to say the least. Not for the squeamish. It is not part of the saga itself. ***** "Twisted" Martin sat at the table before the judge with his legal counsel. The courtroom was full of spectators as the drama of the judge's decision loomed...
© 2003 by Thrillerauthor The expression "Hobson's Choice" is named after the keeper of a livery stable in seventeenth century England who required customers to accept the next horse available. Hence "Hobson's choice" means no choice at all. * * * "Young man, do you have anything to say for yourself before the Court pronounces your sentence?" The judge, a...
This story is the sixteenth in a series. The prior stories will give context and character background. Hopefully, however, this story may be read enjoyably by itself. ***** Having practiced for slightly in excess of 30 years, I am reasonably conversant with the concept of unintended consequences. However, I observed yet another application of the concept...
MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 2005 -- 9 a.m. My name is William Maitland. I was married, mostly happily, for 18 years to a beautiful woman who I had realized long ago was out of my league. Reality finally caught up with me nearly five months ago when she bounced my ass out of our happy home to take a young stud professor to her bed. She proceeded to file for divorce...
He watched her across the courtroom as he had every day for the past few months. She sat rigidly straight with her hands folded primly in her lap. She was wearing a mulberry-colored suit that day and he noticed how the color of the suit brought out the pink in her cheeks. She was exquisitely beautiful he thought. He studied her aquiline features again, those...
This opinion piece may spark a few arguments but I feel it has to be said. The house may be a filthy mess; but better that than a messed up family. I think many have preferenced the cleanliness of their household over maintaining a healthy relationship with their family or housemates. The urgency to have what you want, done right now, should not be held high...
I have never regretted taking a job as judge at the Lower Slavery Court. Before that, I had worked for three years at the Administrative Court and I really didn't miss the sheer boredom there. Slave court wasn't exactly a surefire ramp to career and promotion, but pay as a full judge is anyway more than decent and I saw the move as quite justified by quality...
Judge Whitestone tapped his gavel repeatedly, as the crowd buzzed excitedly over what had just happened. "Order in this court!" he demanded. "I will have order in this court!" The noise died down and the judge continued. "Due to the events we all just witnessed, I am calling a recess of one hour for lunch. Lady Bailiff, escort the defendant to the ladies'...