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Idlwyld wasn’t a terrible neighborhood really. It was a kind of lower middle class suburb of Huston that wasn’t technically a suburb-just a place at the edge of the town. It was full of lower middle class people-a lot of factory workers, some office managers … a quiet place. Where you didn’t get involved in other peoples business. And in this little place lived a quiet unassuming man who had a ...
One of the ad copy points of the line of Shakers clothing line was: Sweat Shop Free. It was on the wall of the entry at the factory wall But Quan Je often had means to doubt it. When she was about 14 she had worked in a sweat shop in her native Myanmar for about 6 months. This was different, and a little better. There was a lot of ventilation large windows, and air conditioning such that it was ...
“Three minutes on that raviolis.” “On it.” “Three minutes. I should hear fucking steaming, I am not hearing steaming, or sweltering or even a boil … you better get them up in three minutes or you will see a low country boil up your ass.” said Vera “How is that even possible?” “Wait three minutes and find out you.” ***** Vera Savage was a professional chef who worked in an award winning kitchen – ...
Starhawk Chapter 1:of Fire and Ice Cream by Castor When Starhawk flew through the sky, a radiant red spectre over the dim light of Chicago. She had been described as a god. God had been described as love. And so it was. Even in a packed store, on a sweltering Tuesday evening, trying to decide what kind of barbeque sauce to buy she loved. She loved humanity, loved their city. She loved barbeque ...
StarHawk Chapter 2:An Air Stream by Castor So what is it? Starhawk said. It was a question perhaps best not asked outside a window of a 30 story federal building to one inside. Or perhaps it was the perfect method of asking. The person inside was Robert Daison, an FBI Investigator, she had encountered several times in the past. He tried for a second to seem calm. A large amount of training he ...
Starhawk Chapter 3: Water for Strawberries by Castor (with special thanks to Dru1076 for proofreading and editing) Water this time. It was lucky that Starhawk was less then a mile away from the aquarium when one of its large tanks went off, thousands of gallons of water and helpless fish went out of the tank among people. When she got there 30 seconds after it happened, water was spilling out of ...
Starhawk Chapter 4: A Black Spot in the Void by Castor (with special thanks to Dru1076 for proofreading and editing) He was a small man. In all senses. A small petty man. He hated America. Always hated it. Despite or perhaps because the fact he was born there. As long and far as he could remember. Hated Canada, hated El Salvador. Most terrorist’s main goal was terror … to create fear. Most also ...
Starhawk Chapter 5: Earth by Castor (Special Thanks to Dru1076 for proofreading and editing) The next day was the hard part. Selma had struck her as a little flighty. She had learned why. Before she actually had flown … not now. Getting a naked woman from behind a bank building was surprisingly tricky. Especially considering the bank expected her to work the rest of the day to figure out the ...
PROLOGUE WHAT WOULD ONE DAY BE THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST – 4 MILLION YEARS AGO The computer displayed no displeasure when things went wrong. If it did have anything to say about events, it would have remarked upon how ironic the situation was. The three hundred canisters in the cargo hold contained enough fuel of various types to get the small unmanned cargo vessel across the known universe several ...
“So, America needs your help,” Mr. Black told her. He smiled. It was a perfectly nice smile. Now, when people think spooks, they think big intimidating men in black – Sarah had never encountered that in her business – because, well, what the fuck? Do you think that was going to work on her? It was stupid to send an ex football player with a big gun to shake her down. That would only piss her ...