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Angler: Ivory
Arizona United States
User Joined: January 31, 2010 16:05
About Me:
Straight out of college, the opportunities to write software were far too lucrative to ignore, and playing music with some of the all time legendary Latin musicians in the world left little time to write prose, so writing was shelved for a few decades. Now, mostly retired from music, and facing retirement from the workforce, I have returned to writing and am in the process of marketing two novels and several stories.
TaleBait is a great place to exercise the writing muscles without having to plan out the entire plot in advance.
Submissions to Refereed Storylines
Julie found Dante first. "Dante!"
Dante spun around. He felt like the proverbial kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He was thankful he didn't have to worry about blushing. "Julie, what are you doing out here?"
"Looking for you. Funny how we expect our new guests to actually stay for the first meeting and learn the rules."
"Rules? You have rules against going for a walk?"
"Where's Candice?"
He started to ask, "Who?" but her blouse chose that moment to flutter d...
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Submission to a Shards
James winced as he pushed himself upright and leaned his back against the refrigerator door. He brushed his hand against her's, as he replaced Marissa's hand with his own, holding the towel against the slash in his side. Marissa jerked her hand back, and immediately regretted her reaction to the touch of this man who put his own life in jeopardy for her.
James broke the awkward silence when he said, "I don't blame you. I get a little squeamish around blood too."
He pu...
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Submission to a Shards
Marissa was more than just a bit uneasy with her new partnership. Petrov was not one she could trust, and evidently, he was not someone Dmitry could trust either. He was a ruthless psychopath who had found an occupation willing to accept him for what he was, a born assassin. At best, Marissa could hope that he would provide a suitable diversion while she enacted her own plans.
Mumbai had changed a lot since her last visit. Even then it had been a growing city, and now it ...
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