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The Tales of Captain Mel #2

The Mugging Gone Wrong For many years after my Mom divorced him, Dad captained international tugboats, guiding massive container ships through canals worldwide, including the Suez. When he wasn’t overseas, which was for about nine months of the year, he called Key West, Florida, home.            To give you a little […]

The Tales of Captain Mel #1

Short stories of my larger than life Father Hello, how does this day find you? I hope well. I wanted to write a short intro to lay the groundwork, so to speak, of what you will be reading in this blog post series. My Dad, born Baby Boy Holder in Corning, California, on April 19th, […]

Excerpt #4 Of The Order

Focus. Focus. Focus. They can’t hit you. You are powerful. They can’t hit you. YOU ARE POWERFUL. The mantra ran through Jericho’s head in an endless loop as he slowly, deliberately continued walking down the street enclosed in a cocoon of telekinetic fortification that was being battered brutally by the shell after shell careening this […]

Excerpt #3 Of The Order.

“Please come in, Mr. Morgan. It’s quite nice of you to join us”, offered Jericho’s slight-statured nemesis. He was reclining on a plush, crimson couch about fifteen feet beyond the entrance. One arm was splayed leisurely across the back of the sofa around Jericho’s mom while the other laid in his lap. On the marble […]

Excerpt #2 Of The Order.

A little over a year before the night he met Jericho, Marcus was a charmed man. He had just concluded a successful three-year investigation into an Order holding company, causing it to permanently shut its doors. He had also become a father to a glorious little girl. Marcus and his wife named their new bundle […]

Excerpt #1 Of The Order.

“Mr. Morgan,” the page confirmed breathlessly. “Yeah, that’s me. What is it? Did my mom send you,” Jericho asked? “You have a call, Sir,” the page responded, skipping over the fighter’s frantic second question. “They say it’s very urgent.” Mike popped his ruddy face out of the doorway. “What’s going on,” he asked. “This kid […]