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A blog about writers and writing, the musings of an emerging writer, software and book reviews, serialized novels and screenplays, and a place for other new writers to post their synopsis, excerpts, sample chapters and scenes.
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Dead Play - Chapter 15
John Marshall sat on a bench on the waterfront of Seattle’s Pike Place Market. He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t pissed. Even when he had something that worked out his way, John could easily find a reason to g...
Chapter 14 - Dead Play
Eddie thought it was cool how big tits could look on a large screen TV. It didn’t hurt that it was a plasma television. They looked better than real. Perfect D cups turned into G cups. God they were monstrous and y...
Chapter 9 - Dead Play
It was, to any eye, an odd threesome; the two patients and their therapist. Bill Susman sat and glowered at his pathetic luck in life. He realized that he was a touch too slick and not quite handsome enough. He was just a middle-aged insurance ...
Chapter 6 - Dead Play
Eddie had to ask around plenty to find a busy attorney who wouldn’t have much time for him and this guy fit the bill perfectly. The office had one other lawyer even though the name on the door said, Johnson and Associates; the receptionistR...
Chapter 4 - Sex.Dead.com
Sara needed a man who was devoted to her and who treated her like she deserved to be treated; something most women would understand. She didn’t want them attracted to her beauty or her money, so she began the process to make her way to her least a...
Chapter 3 - Sex.Dead.com
The lights of Downtown Seattle twinkled through the expansive glass front window of Victoria......
Chapter 2 - Sex.Dead.com
Clump. Clump. Clump. He could hear her shoes, always those goddamned shoes....
Chapter 1 - Sex.Dead.com
The lights in Victoria Duncan’s apartment flickered as the tempestuous storm slashed across the sound......
How I Came to Write Sex.Dead.Com and Did NOT End Up a Serial Killer.
I now fancy myself a writer. Not a wannabe, not a person who buys the “The Writer’s Market” each year with every intent to start that magazine article, screenplay or great American novel. When I was that person, I decided it wasn’t until I ...
Prologue - Sex.Dead.com
The first moments of her return to Seattle were Sara Cage’s worst, at least until the murder....
