Chapter 1: The Death of SecureCo

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“Welcome to our world,” she said as she guided him through the mammoth industrial complex of brushed aluminum and cold slate tile. “We keep you safe. That’s what we do.” (Read More…)

Chapter 2: Cash or Credit

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Looking back, the old days always seemed safer. Disturbances were always resolved and the omnipresent red tide of death or despair or destruction always receded into a greater and happier time of prosperity. (Read More…)

Chapter 3: The Troll

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They were doing it like old times. Their fight from earlier that day dissolved into a distant memory, like a bad dream. (Read More…)

Chapter 4: Glorified “G”

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He strained forward but a thick tight belt across his shoulder and one equally imposing across his waist kept him firmly locked into place.  (Read More…)

Chapter 5: to run the World or let the Wave run you

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Janie would ask for trips across the globe, longingly thumb through stacks of “Architectural Digest” then take them on house hunting expeditions, touring through mansions lavish enough to scare “The Donald”, and even, gulp, dream incessantly of the “B” word.

So how could this make her so happy? (Read More…)

Chapter 6: The Way the Wind Blows

Warm basso rumbles. It was her baby and it hurt her that such a deep demonic sound could come from such a little girl’s tummy. Her daughter bravely held her pinky as the two stood in line outside the Lenox Avenue Soup Kitchen. They silently stared forward, waiting their turn. (Read More…)

Chapter 7: Malignant Narcissism, or How Big She Could Make The Cucumbers Grow

Stewart shot up.

Jarred, he desperately looked for what took him seconds into consciousness to realize was a crying baby.

Then seconds more to realize where it was. (Read More…)