Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 8/26/2015.


A slight break from the old guys, to remind us all of why we’re here. This reminder comes from a guy born in Ireland in 1898. A close friend of J.R.R. Tolkien, he managed to write several masterworks of his own before he died in 1963, on the same day John F Kennedy was assassinated; a sort of double blow to the world itself. (At least in my opinion.)

“Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road of achievement. One fails forward toward success.” – C.S. Lewis.

I’m sure some of you guessed ahead of time, feel free to tell me what tipped you off; as always, this is for:


See you next week!


Tuesday’s tale, 8/25/2015.


So, last one of the month. Here we go, five minutes on the clock, and a continuation on the mind:

The first thing Josh did when they were safely away from the cops was ask him where the gem was. The reply should have been expected.

“You don’t need to know.”

He actually had the gall to look hurt. Clearly not professional, not like he was before; had something changed?

They were being followed. Two cars, and if he had to guess one was police and the one further behind were the employers his hit squad had hired. So far the police in the black SUV had not seen their own tail in the nondescript sedan behind them.

There was no reason for the police to be following them at all, really. so dirty cops maybe? Made sense.

“We have a tail Josh. We can’t lead them to the clinic. You know what to do.”

And there we go, good as I can manage for now, it’s time to write actual books again. See you all next time! 🙂

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 8/19/2015.


Alright, this one is another late Roman philosopher. Born in 480 A.D. he was descended from a long line of Roman aristocracy and a few emperors. He became a senator and consul at age 25. He also wrote a book that is still pretty famous today, and was a best seller of a sort in the middle ages. He died in 525 A.D.

“Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.” – Boethius.

And this is of course, for:


Have fun until next week!

Tuesday’s tale, 8/18/2015.


Alright, another Tuesday, another bit of random story. Five minutes on the clock, and here we go:

They were stopped the moment they came out of the mausoleum before he could even lock it up. the two police officers who weren’t strode up and started asking questions.

One pushed roughly past as Josh fumed, while the other put a fake badge in their faces.

“Officer Delaruse. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

He made his voice as querelous as possible.

“Of course officer.”

He flipped open a notebook.

“Your name, please?”

“Cynthia Silverstein.”

There really was a Cynthia; he knew. She had never married and was a spinster living a few states away after being forced to move from her home into a home due to age and infirmity.

“What are you doing here, ma’am?”

The disguise, makeshift as it was, seemed to be fooling him completely.

“Visiting my family, of course.”

The other ‘cop’ came back up and nodded to the first.

“Visiting from where ma’am?”

“Connecticut, officer. What’s going on?”

“Nothing to worry about ma’am. May I inspect your bag, please?”

“Of course sir.”

Josh fidgeted as he handed it over. The ‘cop’ searched it, finding nothing more than some cosmetics, Ben-Gay, and bottles of pills. He passed it back.

“Thank you, ma’am, you’re free to go.”

“Thank you, officer. Come along, grandson.”

He could feel Josh’s eyes boring into his back as he led the way slowly back to the car; no doubt he was wondering how he pulled that off; he had seen the gem go into the purse after all. That was what he had wanted Josh to think, and while that subterfuge was now burned, he had others.

And that’s it, total time is 5 minutes; I had more, but it’ll have to wait.

Writer’s quote Wednesday, 8/13/2015.


Almost didn’t make it. This next contestant has actual dates for his birth and death. November 13th, 354 AD for his birth, 28th of August 430 for his death. He was a Christian, Roman, and bishop. Ladies and Gentleman, Augustine of Hippo, or Saint Augustine:

“Habit, if not resisted, soon becomes necessity.” – Augustine of Hippo.

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Tuesday’s tale, 8/11/2015.


Alright, no preamble this time; we’re going right into it. Five minutes on the clock:

Even with the makeshift disguise, he had to be careful. The gym was definitely being watched, and just because he couldn’t see the watchers did not mean they weren’t there. The one weakness to the location was that the graveyard was old and wasn’t used that often anymore, which meant that hardly anyone ever visited it.

He didn’t look much like a Silverstein at the moment either, should someone get curious.

Still, he had the mausoleum key (one he’d made himself from a clay pressing of the lock) and the rule was, when in doubt, walk in as if you owned the place; it worked just fine; not even the cops still taking statements and investigating the parking lot shootings looked at him twice.

He doubted they would ever find anything concrete to go on, even if they were competent.

Josh had followed him in and down, to keep up appearances. He didn’t like it, but the location was burned anyway and Josh was as trustworthy as anyone ever was. He still kept one eye on him at all times.

And there, next to the moldering coffin of George Silverstein, was what all the fuss was about. He had much heavier latex gloves this time, and he pulled them out. He had to stop Josh from grabbing the rock by hand.

“Bad idea.”

He just hoped the gloves would prevent any more damage.One exposure had the potential to be lethal in days, after all. He took the fresh flowers from his purse and dropped the stone in, wrapping a glove around it.

Then he laid a single flower atop each coffin and said a silent prayer to keep up appearances.

And time! 4 minutes, 57 seconds. I almost wanted to go long there, it’s getting good. :p

Writer’s quote Wednesday, 8/5/2015.


I was trolling through quotes at the last minute like I always do (because who plans anything, right?) and this one stuck out. Not from a Greek old guy, or a Chinese old guy, it nonetheless struck me because of the obvious dichotomy involved. The guy in the quote in my opinion needs no introduction, being one of the most famous people to ever live.

“It is better to create than learn! Creating is the essence of life.” – Julius Ceasar.

That’s right, Julius Ceasar, Mr. command and conquer himself. A Roman – philosopher? I don’t know.

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