There was a sense of peace, anticipation, and of place when I arrived at the Krispy Kremes that cool October morning; autumn leaves turning and the sun bright over the roofs of Asheville and the surrounding mountains. It was a Friday, before school, and coffee and glazed donuts beckoned while waiting for Mariah, my girlfriend, and walking on to the bus stop. Suppressed an urge to talk her into skipping school; we had fifth-period English together, and it was our chance to read our story assignments.
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Dirty Glass by Hugh Cron – Adult Content
“Dirty glass…Fuck!”
…The first time that Martin had really focused on a dirty glass was decades back, in another one of his lifetimes. He’d had a few lifetimes and each had caused him a different level of grief.
Martin thought back to that morning at 8.00am, when he had been told that he had to check on a property. He found that depressing, fuck all was said about checking on the resident, no, he had to check on the property.
He pulled up beside the row of Maisonettes and sighed as he saw that the main entrance door was hanging off its hinges. He headed into the building. It always made him laugh that this was a building that you had to go inside, to go upstairs, to then go outside to get to the front door. He rattled the door. He could hear some mumbling and drunken giggles, “I hope that’s a lovely lady with nice tits!!”
Continue reading “Dirty Glass by Hugh Cron – Adult Content”Lunalae By Robert Reece
The first thing to disappear was the dull, half-moon circle on the fingernail of his left index finger. He’d never considered that spot in his life except for the day that he noticed it was gone. Then he remembered that he had thought about it once before. He smashed his fingernail with a mallet when he was a kid. He was trying to nail a novelty license plate that said “Future” to the back of his soapbox derby car. He made the license plate a carnival in Idaho for 1 dollar, and he made the soap box derby car in his garage one summer because he wanted to feel like he was living in the 1950s while every other kid was atrophying into gelatinous blobs playing video games. He didn’t want his dad to scream at him for using his special rosewood mallet he’d received at a Toastmasters convention instead of the old hammer in the toolbox, so he never mentioned that he took it to nail that license plate from Idaho. Even when his fingernail turned greenish purple and eventually fell off, he kept that hand hidden from his parents.
Continue reading “Lunalae By Robert Reece”The Poem That Changed His Life by Michael Bloor
I was reading James Fenton’s ‘Selected Poems’* and was very taken by one called ‘The Skip,’ in which the poet decides to take his life and throw it in a builder’s skip, parked outside the next-door neighbours’ house. Then he goes down to the pub. And coming back home, half-pissed, he’s surprised to see that his life was no longer there – some bugger had nicked it. The next morning he wakes up, checks, and sees that there is in fact a life lying in the skip, but it’s not his: someone must’ve spotted the poet’s old life lying in there and decided to swop. So the poet takes in the other life, sodden from last night’s rain, dries it on the stove and finds it fits him like a glove.
Continue reading “The Poem That Changed His Life by Michael Bloor”Should Be Seen and Not Heard by MJ Burns
The father didn’t need to give the orders anymore ‒ the curtains were to be closed at four o’clock. Even if it was sunny. The boy blinked in the chilly shadow of the lounge and watched his father sink into his chair. The father sat where he always did: the single armchair by the hearth ‒ the deep-winged, plum one that blinkered him left and right. The boy sat opposite.
Continue reading “Should Be Seen and Not Heard by MJ Burns”Kinda Blindsided by Karen Uttien
The pedestrian crossing ticked slowly as the little man flashed red.
Emma sat alfresco in her favourite café watching from across the road.
She knew it was her by the perfect silhouette. Tall. Slender. Dark hair pulled back into a low bun. Chunky gold earrings catching the morning sun and the approval of fellow pedestrians.
Continue reading “Kinda Blindsided by Karen Uttien”My Dad the Dragonfly by James Staynings
I’ve kept this screensaver because it connects me with my dad. Every morning, he gets up, opens his flaps (of his tent) and is greeted by a sunrise. Wildlife and country air, instead of a phone alarm, wake him. I’ve never been camping, but I would like to; I’d love to camp with Dad, but the social says I’m not supposed to see him without supervision, and I doubt his tent would fit three of us. Still, one more year, they won’t be able to stop me.
Continue reading “My Dad the Dragonfly by James Staynings”Investigative Report Dossier by Matias Travieso-Diaz
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LAS VEGAS JOURNAL – INVESTIGATIVE REPORT DOSSIER
CURRENT AS OF: February 4, 2000
1: Identity of the subject: Trent Allison Blackwood, dob: April 23, 1947
2: Subject’s address(es): Local (most recent): Royal Flush Hotel, 4472 Paradise Rd., Las Vegas, NV 88119
Home (if different): (Last known): 743 North Beverly Drive, Beverly Hills, CA 90210
3: Family members, friends, victims, and enemies: See item 5.
4: Published references to subject: References to Mr. Blackwood have been made in the Los Angeles press, and in other newspapers and magazines (Attachment 1). An example:
LA TIMES:
MORNING REPORT – NEWS FROM DEC. 31, 1999
Trial Date Set in Blackwood Securities Fraud Case
The clerk of the LA Superior Court issued a notice over the weekend advising that the trial in the criminal case against Trent Blackwood on fraud charges over the Mirage Industries collapse will begin on January 8, and is expected to last for several weeks. Jury selection is set to be completed in the first few days of the trial.
Attempts to contact Mr. Blackwood about this notice have been unsuccessful.
5: Public records information: A search of public records involving Mr. Blackwood in California is ongoing. No relevant records from Las Vegas have been located. A preliminary internet search revealed that Mr. Blackwood married Rebecca T. Burgess in June 1970 and divorced her in September 1986; married Tanya Estevez in April 1991 and divorced her in January 1993. He has three children: Lucas Blackwood, born in March 1972, Eileen Blackwood, born in January 1974, and Elias Blackwood, born in February 1975. Records of business permits, licenses, building permits, recorded deeds, trust deeds, conveyances, notices of sale, powers of attorney, liens, local, state, and federal taxes, bonds, property tax records, unsecured property tax records, business filings, political donations, consumer affairs licenses, and driving records remain to be secured.
6: California Court Proceedings: As per the reports in the press (Attachment 1) Mr. Blackwood is involved in several civil suits by and against him by his former partners in Mirage Industries; he is a defendant in two tort actions for damages by purchasers of Mirage cosmetics; he is undergoing proceedings in the U.S. Bankruptcy Court; and he is going to trial in the above-mentioned securities fraud criminal case. He is charged with having a majority ownership of a thinly capitalized cosmetics business, endangering the safety of the public by selling products containing toxic substances, and defrauding investors by issuing worthless shares in his company.
7: Federal Investigation of Potential Criminal Activity: On January 1, 2000, Mr. Blackwood was arrested by FBI agents in his Paradise hotel room. As detailed in the FBI rap sheet (Attachment 2), Mr. Blackwood is being charged with conducting a multi-state large-scale fraudulent gambling operation in complicity with one Gregory Tomlison of Santa Monica, California. The alleged facts, as summarized in the rap sheet, are as follows:
a. In complicity with other unnamed persons, Blackwood and Tomlison partnered in the rigging of a December 22, 1999 football game between TCU and East Carolina University. Tomlison placed large bets in favor of TCU at each of nine casinos throughout the United States. He won a total of $900,000. He had collected on eight of the nine bets and went to the Mandalay Bay Resort, intending to meet with Blackwood, collect on the ninth, and share the proceedings of the criminal enterprise with his accomplice.
b. While at the Mandalay Bay, Tomlison suffered a heart attack. Blackwood summoned help, but Tomlison died while help was on its way. Blackwood went to the cashier’s cage, presented a ticket for the Mobile Alabama Bowl bet, and collected $200,000 in cash.
c. After exiting the Mandalay Bay, Blackwood proceeded to the Treasure Island Hotel, where he spent several hours playing twenty-one. Apparently, he lost all the money in his possession, including the amount collected at the Mandalay Bay.
d. .Blackwood returned to his hotel room close to midnight, filled a tub with hot water, disrobed, laid on the tub, and cut his wrists with a razor, intending to commit suicide. His attempt was thwarted by the arrival of FBI agents seeking to arrest him for his above-mentioned criminal activity, which had been under investigation for some time.
e. Blackwood is currently undergoing treatment at the Sunrise Hospitalin Paradise. Upon discharge, he will be released into the custody of the FBI and extradited to California for his scheduled trial, and later will face another trial in Federal court on the above-described charges.
8: Other Matters: Blackwood has issued a statement concerning his legal troubles and attempted suicide. It reads as follows:
Statement of Trent Allison Blackwood
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- I was indicted and am scheduled to stand trial in Los Angeles v. Blackwood, a security fraud case brought against me by the City of Los Angeles in my capacity as President of the defunct Mirage Industries, Inc. I have pleaded not guilty to the charges brought against me and intend to defend myself vigorously and prove my innocence.
- The purpose of this statement is not to address the issues that will be litigated in the Los Angeles trial, but to set the record straight on certain matters that transpired on December 31, 1999 and January 1, 2000 during my stay in the city of Las Vegas, Nevada.
- On December 31, 1999, having received notice from counsel that my trial in the Los Angeles case would commence in a few days, I decided to take a short vacation in Las Vegas to relax and prepare myself mentally for the upcoming trial.
- Upon arrival in Vegas, I started searching for a place to stay. After hours of searching, I was able to book the last available single room at a motel in Paradise, a long walk from the Strip.
- Since it was the eve of a new millennium, I resolved to stay up past midnight and while away the remaining hours of the day by gambling. I went to the Bally’s hotel, bought nickels, and began playing one of the five cent slots. I hit the jackpot and found himself in possession of an avalanche of nickels amounting to one hundred and eighty-five dollars.
- I had a leisurely dinner and drank a lot of wine. By six thirty I began to walk through the Strip to clear my head. I ended up at the Race and Sportsbook lounge at the Mandalay Bay casino. I sat on one of the lounge’s couches and ordered a beer.
- A few minutes later I was joined at the couch by a stranger, a heavy-set middle-aged man holding a large glass of whiskey. He sat and focused intently on one of the lounge’s TV screens, which was showing the Sun Bowl game between Oregon and Minnesota. I asked my companion, whose name I never learned: “Do you have money on this game?” The answer surprised me: “No, I don’t, but I like watching games to practice my skill in predicting the final score. It looks like Oregon is going to win this one.” I replied: “Are you really able to predict in the third quarter how a close football game is going to end?” The man turned towards me, slurring his words: “Not only that, but I can figure out even the point spread. Oregon by three or four points.”
- When I suggested he could be making money using his talent, he retorted: “Yes. In the last ten days I’ve made a killing. On December 22 there was the Mobile Alabama Bowl game between TCU and East Carolina. I figured out that TCU would win by two touchdowns and the point spread was Carolina plus 10, meaning that TCU was favored to win by ten points or less. I picked TCU and placed bets at each of nine casinos. I won a total of $900,000.”
- I was somewhat skeptical and asked: “Then, what are you doing here?” He replied instantly: “Casinos keep track of large bets placed on a single game and alert each other to prevent fraud. So, I did not cash the winnings on my bets all at once, but one every day. This is my last collection, here at the Mandalay. I leave Vegas tonight to return to LA.”
- A few minutes later, I heard loud grunts coming from my couch companion. Turning to him, I noticed that the man had turned very pale, was sweating, and appeared to be experiencing shortness of breath. When I asked, “Are you okay?” “No” was the response. “I’m having pains in my chest and the arms… Maybe a heart attack… Listen, get me help. In my jacket there’s a ticket from this casino for the TCU game. It’s worth $200,000. Cash it, bring the money to me, and we’ll split it.”
- I took the ticket, ran to the counter to summon help, and then returned to the couch where the man lay, drifting in and out of consciousness. I sat by him until two paramedics arrived pushing a stretcher. One of them bent over the man and took his pulse. He turned to the other and said: “I think he is dead.” I watched as they tried to resuscitate him, without success.
- I walked away from the death scene and went to the cashier’s cage, where I presented the ticket with the Mobile Alabama Bowl game bet. The cashier looked at her screen, then at the ticket and frowned. “How do you want the money?” “Hundred-dollar bills, please,” I replied. “I’ll get a satchel” she replied. A long while later she returned with a briefcase containing the cash. I thanked her, walked out of the Mandalay, and headed towards my motel.
- As I walked, I found myself next to the Treasure Island casino. Remembering my early streak of good luck playing the slot machines, I decided to try to make a little more money playing cards. Entering the hotel, I proceeded to the High Limit Lounge, a small room containing blackjack tables, baccarat tables, and a large roulette.
- Over the next three and a half hours I played blackjack, and ultimately lost all the money I had. I went out to the street and trudged back to my motel.
- In my room, I took off my clothes and drew a hot bath. I climbed into the tub, intending to get some rest. My thoughts then turned into a review of my life and my mood became increasingly somber. On impulse, I decided to end it all. I opened a package of single blade razors I had purchased along the way, took a razor out, and slashed my wrists. I dozed off. My next recollection was waking up in the emergency room of the Sunrise Hospital.
- I never had met the man who gave me his betting ticket at Mandalay Bay Resort, and never engaged in a fraudulent gambling activity with him or anyone else.
/ss/
Trent Allison Blackwood
January 15, 2000
9: Follow-Up Actions: (a) Investigate possible compulsive gambling angle; (b) Research connections between Blackwood and Tomlison in California prior to December 31, 1999 and track other potential fraudulent gambling ventures; (c) Interview staff at Mandalay Bay re suspicious circumstances Tomlison’s death; (f) follow up on Blackwood’s suicide attempt in Las Vegas.
FILE CLOSING: Trial in Trent Blackwood’s LA Superior Court securities fraud case was rescheduled on account of his attempted suicide while in Las Vegas. Because of the planned Federal charges involving the alleged fraudulent gambling operation, he was held awaiting trial at the California State Prison, Los Angeles County in Lancaster, California. While at that facility, on February 3, 2000 Blackwood was assaulted by another inmate and stabbed to death with a shank. On account of Blackwood’s death, the investigation described herein could not be completed and the question whether he was guilty of all or any of the crimes with which he was charged remains unresolved.
[Attachment 1] [Filed separately]
[Attachment 2] [Filed separately]
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Mind Sweep by JJ de Melo
Dad’s house reeks. Of bad coffee and cheap wine. My uncle talks at me through the odor. I barely hear him over the other mourners, rambling about how I look just like dad did at this age.
“If only you hadn’t got all these tattoos,” he says. He points at one in particular—a barcode from my favorite cereal brand over the left eyebrow.
I shrug at the comment. Stare at my wine glass. If I focus my consciousness on the swirling merlot, I’ll keep this bullshit conversation from recording onto my slate. That’s the trick these days—If you don’t want something damned into a forever memory, look away.
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Once upon a time in the future, when you’re long dead in your grave, two brothers with magical powers meet again in the middle of the Indian Ocean to settle their dispute once and for all with a final duel.
Sam and Mitch are ship captains, just like their father. They own big container ships and spend almost their entire time on the Indian, Atlantic, and Pacific Oceans. Each brother has twenty-two crew members and a magical power. Sam can control the weather, and Mitch can mute whoever or whatever he wants.
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