by J. Richard Jacobs 9 August 1967 Two men sat on makeshift chairs in the shade of a canvas covered lean-to. Empty beer cans littered the ground around them. “Okay, how much are you willing to put up, dumb ass?” Abe Spitzer, the older of the two said. “Five bills, plus a fifth of the …
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Genesis Refraction
by J. Richard Jacobs One hot summer day a pair of archeology professors and five sweating students from the Ben Gurion University were doing a routine sweep of an area in the lower Negev Desert. They were investigating an area where a small cache of artifacts had been uncovered by tourists. Some of the shards …
Where the Rivers Meet
by J. Richard Jacobs It was darker than deep space inside the mouth of the cavern, but nowhere near as dark as Malcolm Stark’s mood. He was approaching the nadir of his swing through an emotional roller-coaster that began months ago. It was attributed to a stasis problem, according to the folks who claimed they …
Beast in the Basement
by J. Richard Jacobs Eleanore Twining’s funeral was a flop, as funerals go. Oh, not that funerals can be rated on a one to ten success scale, not even pass or fail. It was rather that the turnout was dismally small. Two patrol cars from the Laurelville PD, one hearse, and five boxy SUVs. From …
El Brujo
El Brujo by J. Richard Jacobs On the gentle slope overlooking the sleepy village of Rio Vacio stood an ancient oak tree that all the locals knew as The Old Grandfather. Beneath the low branches of the grand old tree lay Miguel Alvarado. He kept his eyes closed just enough as to appear asleep and …
A Rip in the Sky
A Rip in the Sky by J. Richard Jacobs Abe Peterson is a kindly gentlemen in his late nineties, though he appears to be still in his mid fifties. Incredibly, he is as bright of eye and keen of mind as a man in his twenties—and he has a hobby. That it pays a little …
Charlie’s Place
Charlie’s Place by J. Richard Jacobs Have you ever had one of those years when everything seemed to run together and it appeared there would never come an end to it? A year when every day flowed into the next so seamlessly that you couldn’t tell the difference—Monday from Sunday, Tuesday from Thursday? Work, work, …
Brutus and the Pig
by J. Richard Jacobs Brutus called me late in the afternoon. Monday, it was. I’ve known him for a long time and in all that time he had never called me at work. He sounded stressed. Not his usual laid back with not-a-care-in-the-world style. “Hi, Nick. How’d you like to meet me over at Merle’s …
Introduce Yourself (Example Post)
This is an example post, originally published as part of Blogging University. Enroll in one of our ten programs, and start your blog right. You’re going to publish a post today. Don’t worry about how your blog looks. Don’t worry if you haven’t given it a name yet, or you’re feeling overwhelmed. Just click the …
Just the Other Side of Reality 