Wednesday Briefs: October 23, 2019

Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.

The Minnesota Murders: Part 1 by J Ray Lamb

Every news station in the Twin Cities was leading with the story the horrific discovery of a burning body in Black Dog park in Burnsville.

The body was burned beyond recognition and had been sent to the BCA for identification. Police were asking for any information regarding the case, but given the relatively remote location and easy in and out access to Interstate 35W, the chances of getting any good leads seemed remotely small.

Across the Twin Cities, in Andover, the murderer sat watching the news with sadistic glee.

The murderer flicked off the TV and said to themselves, “Yes! …

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In Pieces #75 (19.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes

What was he going to do? Where was Ben going? Was he even okay to be driving, as upset as he was? Horrible images flashed through Ryan’s mind. Car crashes, flames… all too horrible to contemplate. Not like he could chase after him either, not without a car.

Wait! He had his phone, right? He could call Ben, try to get him to calm down and come back to him. Assuming he wasn’t too late…

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Denied: Chapter One Hundred and Six by Cia Nordwell

If I hadn’t had Chomper, would I have still known I could bond again? The pain as the venom coursed through the fried circuits in my head pushed me to the brink. I bowed my head over Captain’s, the synthgar slipping from my neck to his. Sweat was pebbling my brow, and yet I was chilled.

Fire and ice warred inside me. Pain threatened to consume my focus away from that still, silent form I plastered my chest against. I could feel the slight rise and fall, reassurance that he was still with me.

I’d hidden away inside the house;

Adrift: Chapter 62 by J. Alan Veerkamp

Memories disguised as dreams were a special kind of hell.

Arad knew he wasn’t awake, yet the truth woven through the scenes kept him hoping for a fresh ending even though he knew this story better than anyone, because it was his. Playing at high speed, his thoughts screamed as the highlights slowed down, showing off their gritty detail.

The men in black jackets intercepted him on the way to lessons and dragged him away. No one stopped them. No one helped. The invasive examination at the workhouse—stripped and probed like a criminal—being catalogued like property. The panicked flight the day the workhouse burned.

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