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THE SALT-WOLF
The wind came off the black sea like a blade being sharpened. It worried the long grass into whispers and pressed salt into the mouth of the nigh...
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My passion & love for the industry. A Story Blog About My Life With Coffee & Business. #ladybirdblogs
WOOF! It's been a hot minute since I've blogged. The last few months have been a whirlwind of depression for me. I haven't felt motivated to do a...
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NEON TIGER, BLACK LOTUS
The rain came down hard enough to bruise the city. Neon bled across wet pavement, signs buzzing in Cantonese and English, advertising sins you cou...
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OFFSET ERROR
The call came at 02:11. Christian Wolff was awake already. He lay flat on the narrow bed of the Airstream, hands folded on his chest, eyes open, c...
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RECONCILIATION IN BLOOD
The file arrived on a flash drive the size of a thumbnail. No return address. No note. Just a single spreadsheet, a set of shell companies stack...
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MAX PAYNE: AMMUNITION FOR THE SOUL
The city was locked and loaded. You could feel it in the air, like static before a lightning strike. New York didn’t sleep, it chambered a round a...
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MAX PAYNE: THE GRAVEYARD OF PROMISES
The night smelled like rain and old lies. New York had a way of breathing down your neck, reminding you that even if you stood still long enough...
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This Is Love (A Short Film by Tim Kail)
Greetings, one and all. It's officially Christmas so I'm sharing my latest short film with you. Dances With Films called it: A very true to life r...
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THE PALE WRAITH
The wind came first, thin, needling, full of ash. He rode where the land broke its own bones, where stone jutted like exposed teeth and the sky ha...
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007 : THE DEAD DON’T CLOCK OUT
The first thing Bond felt was cold. Not the romantic kind, no poetic rain, no moonlit reflection. This was institutional cold, the kind poured i...
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007 : NO FLAG BURNS FOREVER
The dead don’t haunt you all at once. They come back in pieces, reflections in glass, names you never say out loud, the smell of cordite when rai...