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The sinister street lamp: excerpt from my book The screw that refused to tighten part 5 , part 6 coming next month
"It's about freakin time." the chin said his pride finally winning out. He rushed up the ramp in a huff meeting the man at the top who said."This way please." and quickly did an about face and headed back for the door he'd just left. Stepping inside the room the chin saw the it was much more comfortable than was to be expected from the outside.The walls of the room where of the finest wood stained a rich dark walnut color and the ornate tin ceiling panels above reflected the warm light . There where fine European tapestries hanging on all the walls bringing more warmth to the room and plush rugs pilled on the floor. To the left side of the room there was a large oak canopy bed with deep red satin curtains . The bed was covered in the most plush bedding he had ever seen which included more pillows than any one man should rightly have. On the opposite side of the room there was an equally large oak desk with a comfortably padded chair and an oversized painting of a regal looking man wearing a suit of armor. On the desk there where stacks of papers , books , an array of elegant pens and a small lamp with a green , yellow and blue stained glass shade. Finally to the far end of the room there was an ornate wood burning stove built more for beauty than anything else. In front of the stove stood two large wing back chairs both with their backs to the door. In between which sat a small table with a decanter of brandy and two glasses. All this he saw in a matter of seconds but none of this mattered to him at the moment , because from behind one of those two chairs an arm had appeared .The arm had raised up ever so slightly and with the subtle motion from two fingers it signaled for him to enter. " You may go in now ." Said the bulky escort . then he turned to leave closing the door behind him. He stood there for a moment thinking about what he would say. Before he could get all his thoughts in order he heard a voice saying " When I offer someone a seat I don't like being made to offer twice." "Yes sir." He said caught a little off guard. As he made his way towards the chairs his eyes never left the arm. As he got closer he saw more and more of the hideous man the arm was attached to. The man who sat in that chair seemed well enough built for his age but obviously weakened by years of fighting, the red band on his other arm said who he fought for. That he had earned rank and recognition for his skill in the war was apparent, that he had paid a price for his position was just as clear. As the looked at the man in the chair his gaze was met by a face he could never forget.The man had one bright blue eye and an eye that was white and cloudy, most likely ruined in the fire that scared nearly the whole left side of his face. Somehow the effect of that was nothing in comparison to the deep scar that started at the left corner of his upper lip and ran in a wide gash toward where his left ear should have been.
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The sinister street lamp: excerpt from my book The screw that refused to tighten
The sinister street lamp: excerpt from my book The screw that refused to tig...: " Chapter Two : The Man With One Ear Outside the night had cooled down considerably a nice..."
excerpt from my book The screw that refused to tighten by Jason L. Brown part 4 , part 5 coming next week
Chapter Two : The Man With One Ear Outside the night had cooled down considerably a nice breeze had blown in off the river erasing the weight of the day.The streets where still empty with nothing about but the occasional rodent, that is except for the tall thin man using a [payphone across the street from a small beat up but very busy bar in a run down part of town. Though alone the man was visibly worried about being seen and his caution gave away that his reasons for being about where less than honest.He wore a dark coat and a large brimmed hat which he tilted down so as to shade his face. Once placing the call he stepped from the light stretching the phone cord to its max in order to hide in the shadows once more. Meanwhile the phone rang once......Twice......He kept a cool gray eye on the bar across the street.....Three times it rang......He jerked to attention as someone stumbled from the bar and lost the contents of his stomach in the street. It wasn't who he hoped......Then on the fourth ring he heard a click followed by man saying"Morgan's import export how can I help you?" "Its me let me talk to the boss." The tall man said. "He's about to leave , the boats almost here."Came the response. 'Well hurry up and get him then he's expecting my report, now go!"Barked the tall man. Running off like a dog that had just been scolded by an abusive owner, the little man just barely caught up with his boss as he was headed for the door. "Boss hold up." " What is it? You know I cant afford any disruptions right now. I've got our visitor to prepare for ." " It's Jimmy ,he's insisting on talking to you." Exasperated the boss(also known as "The Chin" because he was reported to have a chin that could break any mans fist)strode over to the phone and asked."What did you learn ? why do they want her so badly?" "Still can't figure boss . I followed her from some fancy dinner meeting to a private dicks office. He wasn't there so she left and came to some old bar named Mac Kenny's .She's up to something but I cant see as to what . I think she's meeting that p.i. He goes by the name George Jones." Just then someone yelled across the room "Eh boss I can see the boat I think he's here." " Look I don't have time to do your thinking for you , our guest is arriving now . I like what he is paying us but I don't trust him . so watch the girl and find out what they want from her and if she is meeting this shamus watch him also!" Slamming down the phone the chin ran out the door bringing all his men with him to greet his guest. Putting the phone back where it belonged the tall man adjusted his hat crossed the street and entered the bar. Back at the docks the chin and his small group of thugs filed into place right as the boat was pulling up. It was a small freighter , big enough for a transatlantic voyage but to small for any real comfort. It bumped into the dock making a screeching sound that would make anyone cringe . Three men threw down some rope so the boat could be tied in place. Meanwhile two more men lowered a gang plank and secured it in place. After that there was nothing . Just two groups, one on the boat one on the dock standing staring each other waiting for someone to make the first move. The chin stood there growing more and more impatient , an internal battle raging between his pride which hated being made to wait and his fear of the man he was waiting for . His fear was winning for now but his pride was quickly gaining ground. Just then a door opened on the far side of the freighter. Out stepped a short stocky man with the build of a bull dog. He had more than enough muscle to make up for his height and the presence of a man twice his height. He promptly strode across the boat to the ramp where he stopped abruptly and announced. " He will see you now." "It's about freakin time." the chin said his pride finally winning out.
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movie suggestion
Brick is a 2005 American neo-noir film written and directed by Rian Johnson. It was Johnson's directorial debut and won the Special Jury Prize for Originality of Vision at the 2005 Sundance Film Festival.[1] Brick was distributed by Focus Features, opening in the United States on April 7, 2006, in New York and Los Angeles.
The film's narrative centers on a hardboiled detective story that takes place in suburbia. Most of the main characters are high school students. The film draws heavily in plot, characterization, and dialogue from hardboiled classics, especially from Dashiell Hammett. The title refers to a block of heroin, compressed roughly to the size and shape of a brick.Brendan Frye (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), a student of an unnamed California high school, stares silently at the body of ex-girlfriend Emily (Emilie de Ravin) lying in a storm drain. Days earlier, Brendan, in the know of the intricacies of the "upper crust" of drug-addicted socialites but choosing to live outside them, receives a terrified phone call from Emily, who tearfully tells him that she "didn't know that the brick was bad" and that "the Pin's on it now," imploring him to help her. Brendan manages to find her, only to face her plea for him to leave her alone.
After her death, Brendan takes it upon himself to solve her murder, enlisting the aid of fellow loner The Brain (Matt O'Leary) to track information, while feigning to be an inside man for his assistant vice-principal (Richard Roundtree). His intrusion into the tightly knit circle of high school cliques brings him into the lives of several people, including popular Laura (Nora Zehetner), prolifically violent Tug (Noah Fleiss), stoner Dode (Noah Segan), seductive play actress Kara (Meagan Good), athlete Brad (Brian J. White), and drug baron The Pin (as inkingpin) (Lukas Haas). All are pivotal in his pursuit of the truth of Emily's fate.
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excerpt from my book The screw that refused to tighten by Jason L. Brown part 3 , part 4 coming next month
So I sat back listening to the familiar sounds around me . The drone of people talking , laughing and gambling . It was louder than usual , loud enough to push any thoughts from my head and put me into a lazy trance . If it wasn't for the occasional clank of a pot or argument over a game gone sour I might well have fallen asleep . I'm not sure if it was a trick my mind was playing or if really happened but at that moment the room suddenly got much quieter. I looked up to see the cause of this change and saw her just as the door swung shut behind her.The occasional dame even a beautiful one wasn't unusual in this place but this broad was clearly different. One look and I could tell she didn't belong in the same place as any of the bottom feeders there that night. Yet there she was. With the full attention of every man in the room she made her way gracefully through the lounge . If she had made any attempt to disguise her beauty it was to no avail. She wore a little gray strapless blouse that curved gently over her bosom and was edged in black across the top with a slight split in the middle that folded down to form a collar. It clung tightly to her waist with a flare at the bottom that accentuated her well formed hips. Her skirt also gray followed her shapely thighs so closely you'd see every flaw , if there were any . It came to a stop just bellow her knees. It had a split that went halfway up the back that was filled in with a flourish of black lace. The lace poofed out the back when she stood and teased every man in eye shot when she walked . Bellow that was what drew most of the men's attention. She had on a pair of red patten leather high heal shoes . Both the shapely heals and the point of the toes were black and both bordered in little crystals. All this just served to draw attention to her perfect calves. Over all of this she wore a black velvet capelet with silver glittered polka dots and a black fur lined collar.Her hair was scarlet red and done in the fashion of most women these days only slightly longer , curls falling just above her shoulders . She covered her hair with a black topper embellished by a wide gray silk band and black lace that fell over her face. As she walked every head in the place turned to watch her pass. She was about half way across the room before I realized she was here for me. She approached the counter coming to a stop in front of me. After a moment of silence she asked. "Well aren't you going to offer a lady a seat?" Her voice was calm and soft as velvet it could charm the wild out of a pack of wolves. Coming to my senses I pulled out her chair . "Do I know you?" I asked . "No I don't believe we have met before now , my name is Viola Hamilton . Your neighbor Mr.Grambo told me this was where I'd be most likely to find you." she stated . "I apologize for coming so late, I had hoped to find you at your office but I had some research funding to help secure , which explains why I'm so over dressed. Science is a mans profession so it benefits any woman with ambition to dress in a way that pleases the men she works with." she explained. "If you were seeking to impress then id say you did your job well."I assured her. "So what was it that caused you to risk coming here tonight rather than waiting until morning?" "It's my sister, she's missing and I need your help to find her."
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