I WON!

Well...a bronze isn't too bad. My short story, Breakfast is Severed just won Third Place in the Thriller category of Inkitt's writing contest. Hi TyCobbsTeeth! I just wanted to let you know that your story "Breakfast is Severed" has placed third in Inkitt's "Cult" writing contest! Congratulations! We were blown away by your narrative and …

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Breakfast is Severed – Part#8

David walked into the conference room a few minutes early. Lieutenant Colonel Greg Jeffreys and Captain Peter Moore were already there, chatting. “Sirs.” The two men glanced over and acknowledged him, “Specialist Cameron, please take a seat.” When David sat down, Lt Colonel Jeffreys continued. “Yeah, word is...that it was all crap. There was no …

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Breakfast is Servered – Part#7

Chief Richards looked up from some papers on his desk and his eyebrows popped. His eyes then scanned David up and down. “You had better rectify your aesthetics soldier. I need you in a uniform A-SAP!” “Sir, I...” “Listen David, I got a call at zero-dark-thirty by a lieutenant ordering me to a meeting when …

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Breakfast is Severed – Part#6

“David? Where are you? Are you okay?” “Yeah babe, I’m good. We’re good. I’ve got Curly with me up on Truman. There was a fire.” “I know” Jessie cut in. “I just heard it on the news. I’m on my way over.” She did not live far so, David stood up and looked north on …

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Breakfast is Severed – Part#4

The weight of the twenty five pound dog was starting to cause some aching in his arms, but it was Curly’s sharp elbows that forced David to set her down. “Curly, come.” he commanded, as he started towards the corner again. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed. The line was picked …

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Breakfast is Severed – Part#3

Any thoughts he had of running in to grab a few things were dashed by the fire’s progression. The red sea had now crashed over the shoreline and was washing against the back of his house. As he stood across the street from his place, David realized this was the last time he would be …

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Breakfast is Severed – Part#2

David was out the back door and across the lawn, so fast his feet barely touched the grass. He had Curly scooped up and was heading, top speed, between the houses for the street. By the time he hit the sidewalk, sirens could be heard in the distance. His sock feet, soaking wet from the …

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Breakfast is Severed – Part#1

WHILE THUMBING THROUGH A MESSAGE ON HIS cell phone, David Cameron bit into his freshly toasted bagel. The crisp edge gave way to warm chewy dough. The mug, making its way to David Cameron’s mouth, stopped. He rolled his eyes. It was a message from his boss, and it was alerting him to a crisis. …

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Critical Cubical Crisis

4:30AM -- "Comin' to you, on a dust road. Good lovin', I got a truck load." sang my phone -- "I'm a Soul Man" replied my semi-conscious mind. "Oh crap. Hit phone before sleeping wife hits you." My mind realized, as consciousness burned through my sleepy haze, like the sun would soon do to the …

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