I have written as a hobby amassing a collection of memo pads, notebooks, and forgotten files. After many years of working to pay the bills merely, it was the energy and enthusiasm of my kids that inspired me to harness my vivid imagination onto paper. My first book, The Mad Ventures of Bindlestiff Cliff, was released in September 2016. Also, my website brevities.blog is currently featuring the stories of Detective Chet Darby. Currently, I am working on my second novel, tenuosly titled Axiom.
There was no way to know how “Ebby” Eddy was going to handle this. I doubt his mother trusted him. Oddly, it was somehow comforting that I knew that I couldn’t believe anything Eddy says, at least I know he’s one of the bad guys. “I think I’ll give […]
It took only a few moments for the coppers to funnel into the depot. A few of the officers that I knew had quite a look of surprise on their faces while a few others took it as business as usual. It was already clear that the room […]
Walt and I were petrified as we continued to stare into the trunk of that taxi. It seemed to have untold depths with only a glint of light captivating us while we squinted in vain to reason out its origin. “For a second, I thought we were going […]
Here’s an excerpt from my book for you to enjoy. Keep in mind, this isn’t from the final draft. Check back in the near future for more excerpts. Thank you. “What’s this all about?” Bob said as he was driving towards a four-way stop sign. It appeared that there were […]
Finally, I conjured enough nerve to lay eyes on my presumptuous passenger. I prepared myself to receive quite a shock but, in the end, was rather relieved instead, which was something of a shock in its own right. It turned out to be none other than Walter Hayes, […]
I wiped the steam from the mirror after draping myself in a towel. Consequently, I was shocked at image looking back at me. It appears that a hot bath cured my ailments except for my incessant need for a shave. Honestly, I didn’t care anymore, but I hadn’t […]
My sight was the last sense to return to me. It confirmed what my other senses already told me; somebody doesn’t like me very much. It was nighttime by now and would be pitch black if not for the fire. I could feel the crust of dried blood […]
Adam L. Cobden
