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I have written a flash story for your enjoyment. A little ditty about a girl and boy who fall in love, get married and raise a family -- NOT. It's actually a story about a man and woman, and a small amount of abuse. We don't know her name, we haven't a clue who he is. A woman wakes in a dark place, to a living nightmare, as chiseled in stone man has his way with her. With a bump on her head, her clothing stripped from her body, she waits. The fear holds her where she is, alone in the dark. She hasn't a clue what comes next.
Nightmare
A new adversary arrives in Spiny Cactus County. He announces his presence and his intentions with a bang.
Christian Blackheart is a flawed hero at best. However, he is, in some ways, equal to Sheriff Thornton Lang. His origins are, somewhat, of a mystery. Blackheart walks a thin line, weaver between good and evil, trying to atone for past sins in a life long ago and far away from the 1980s of Spiny, Arizona. His darker nature tugs him one direction while his better angle pushes the other.
To the outside world, he appears to be a mild mannered, soft spoken Minster of the Church of Liberation. Leading a flock of followers in a green valley in the Arizona mountains, he seeks nothing more than living a peaceful life. Once he dawns the mask of the Scarecrow, he becomes a vigilante, hell bent on the destruction of the seedy criminal element of Spiny County.
Will he be the down fall of Sheriff Thon Lang?
The Sheriff of Spiny Cactus County
90 lbs. not anymore!
My moniker no longer fits. I should change it, but the hope is there. I'm still a load of Dynamite, just a lot more of it. I hope to return to my once slender waist, small round butt, and tight body. Jo tells me I'm just fine the way I am. I want to believe her. But, shit, I can see me, and the me I see, well, it makes me none too happy.
All my activities now require long hours of sitting. Writing, work, both are now stagnant pursuits. I supervise at work, seldom go into the field, and have tons of freaking paperwork. At home, I spend my time ghostwriting or writing my work. Jo and I watch tv for one hour a night. I do exercise, but not enough.
I'm happy with my life, not happy with my body. I either learn to accept it or find a way to change it. Just saying, I got no one to blame here.
"Want a second piece of cheesecake."
"No, thanks," Jo responds.
"I wasn't asking if you wanted one, dear, I'm asking you to pass it to me."
Until a year ago, I never weighed more than 100 pounds. Now I can't even spell one-hundred-pounds. Well, I can, I guess, as I just did. Still, it should have another number between the one-hundred, and the pounds.
Sorry, I just felt like bitching for a minute.
The next Eposide's first draft is completed. It needs a mild rewrite and a lot of read-throughs and corrections before I post it. It does, however, introduce a new character. The protagonist, of our tale, is the villain, and what story doesn't need a good hero if you have a villain? So, our hero, our main antagonist, is introduced into the story in Episode Three.
Christian Blackheart is a flawed hero at best. However, he is, in some ways, equal to Sheriff Thornton Lang. His origins are, somewhat, of a mystery. Though he does give you a clue, here and there. He is also quite old, though he doesn't look it old. And when I say old, I do mean old.
With a vast intellect, Reverend Blackheart has battled villains for decades, more than decades. He has more than a passing acquaintance with the supernatural. And just as the Sheriff has employees and followers, so does Blackheart.
Blackheart is blessed with an immunity to the mental manipulations that have allowed Sheriff Lang to prosper. He's come to Spiny Cactus County to put an end to Skinwalker. Blackheart walks a thin line, weaver between good and evil, trying to atone for past sins in a life long ago and far away from the 1980s of Spiny, Arizona. His darker nature tugs him one direction while his better angle pushes the other.
Watch for the next Episode of Spiny Cactus County -SCARECROW- in the next few days.
If you haven't started the story, this is a good time to catch up with it so far, The Sheriff of Spiny Cactus County.
SPITTING IMAGE
In June of 1981, Sheriff Thorn Lang's tenure reached its sixth month. The Sheriff's exercise his will over the county, expanding both his power as sheriff and his operations on the other side of the thin blue line. But all is not smooth. An inquiry by the state police into the death of his father caught the attention of one Leonard Slye, an investigator in Arizona CID. Len's incessant questioning of residence of the city of Spiny threatens to pierce the veil of respectability of Lang. Whatever is driving Slye, greed, a serious dedication to Law and Order, or perhaps demons of his own soul, must be brought to light, if Thornton Lang is to defeat his newfound enemy. Then again, Lang might just destroy the man outright, why fuck around with deceit when you can just demolish the bastard.
The Sheriff of Spiny Cactus County
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