by Graham J. Wiseman | Aug 15, 2025
Born on the Rockies east slope, into a white trash supremacist commune. His mother was a junkie. Father unknown. Taught himself to read at three. Made his first kill at five, a big asshole beat his ma and turned on him. The kid had the ass’s gun. Head shot. The law...
by Graham J. Wiseman | Aug 15, 2025
So you met Mat, the agent. Did you know old John Moody used to walk around watching the kid? Why? His son’s watched after he departed. Mat Douglas became one quite remarkable, rather dark, President. His friend, Pike Moody ran FBI ARMS. Mat sent him a young man he met...
by Graham J. Wiseman | Aug 15, 2025
Mat’s a Douglas Orphanage boy. Dropped at the door. Named there. Mathew Douglas. No second. Father Greg’s a skinflint, he saved on a middle one. A year out, they gave their young charge to Dory, a baker’s helper. He read at three. He read to her. He made money on the...
by Graham J. Wiseman | Aug 15, 2025
It starts in 1939, behind the lines in France. John’s a big, long haired, nineteen year old native sniper. He’s been at it six months, longer than any other living sniper. He comes and goes like a ghost in the night. Captain McPherson calls him, the FBI. John shares a...
by Graham J. Wiseman | Aug 14, 2025
This second coming just ain’t anything like the first. J’s dad’s the Doc. His mom’s Mary. The Doc fixes J’s crooked head. The Doc’s the Doc, he recalibrate’s the kid’s head. They live in Heaven. Mary drops into the Met. She loves NYC. The Doc walks everywhere. No on...
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