My name is Nicholas Ichabous Crane Evanston. I'll spare you the long drawn out story of how I got that ridiculous name. The short version is that my dad saddled me with that long name so I would never forget the acronym, and always be NICE to people. Sometimes big stories have small beginnings, my story started at a CVS Pharmacy in a small town in North Car...
It all began when Coleen Warren told me she needed a ride to the Salisbury District Court House. Short on money, short on friends willing to help, she insisted she had no one else to turn to but me, her probation agent for the past year. Salisbury was over one-hundred miles as the crow flies from where we both lived, the Baltimore Metro region. Her trial dat...
NOTES: Been a while, huh? Things were keeping me from writing. Have a couple of new ones, and this is one of them. Hope you like it, because it's probably going to be part of a series. Please do vote and comment. That's what keeps me coming back for more. As always, mind my pen name. What you find in these pages may not be all that realistic, but isn't that...
I had spent the week working out of town on a side job installing security cameras for a small business owner. The guy was quite naïve. I was able to swindle him out of some of his old camera equipment for pennies on the dollar of what it was worth. I had plans for these things and had always wanted some of my own but just could not afford it. My wife has al...
The common room was nearly empty as Reno lazed across the marble floors. Most of the employees were up, showered and had already eaten breakfast, including Rude who sat on one of the sofas, absorbed in a magazine. Reno had taken his time and allowed Rude to get out of bed before he did, shower before he did, and eat breakfast without him. If he wasn't allowe...
I apologize for not writing anything lately. Life has gotten in the way. This is fiction any correlation to real people is purely happenstance. ********* I was jogging down the river path one early August Saturday. The sun was shining and some Cassin finches were singing. Even in the early morning air I was getting warm. The trail I was on, made its way t...
Fred Plisken was a harmless local drunk always sitting quietly with a beer in hand at his favourite bar known as 'The Ankou'. He liked to sit there watching the comings and goings of patrons as they drank, chatted and played chance in the human mating rituals. Today he had noticed a man dressed in blue jeans and a long-sleeved check shirt sitting at a boot...
As she walked back into the lounge, after her shower, Kirsty saw his pad on the table and could not help herself from taking another sneaky look. She looked at how he had drawn her, and was amazed at how anyone could craft a likeness from graphite and paper, with such perfection. Even she had to admit that she looked good in the composition and that despite...
ONE "Just a simple stake out, you said! Oh, this should be wrapped up in five minutes, you said! Why did you have to jinx it?!" Shockwave glared at his teammates. All around them, a swarm of robots continued to pour from every nook and cranny of the warehouse, where what was supposed to be a simple drug sale bust had evolved into a superhero versus robot cl...
Chapter 6 edited - final Tyrell Johnson was a medium-sized man of simple means. He did not aspire to fame, riches perhaps but that was unlikely to happen. He was a small fish in the underworld and that was ok with him. Tyrell ran a small piece of the numbers game, was a part-time loan shark, and part-time pimp. Other than a lack of morals his main vice was...