This is a story about a man named Patrick who discovers that his neighbour in his apartment complex had recently passed away. He soon realizes that there was nothing notable about the man who passed and this begins to annoy him; this is his reflection on the death, the funeral and the man who died.
| Updated Feb 26, 2014
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The 1940's. Private Detective Will Owens steps in to help a friend out and finds himself caught between mobsters, women and shady characters that all want a piece of him. He'll have to be quick on feet to get out of this one...
The 1940's; Rick Dickson is a Private Eye for hire and as tough as they come, but when a beautiful woman comes into his office for help, trouble follows her he finds himself dealing with one of the toughest cases of his career...
(Time shown as this was written in real time in the format of twitter - our unique way of writing. First in the world to write stories and novels through twitter. We have the copyright, patent, bragging rights, etc. This story is part and parcel of our upcoming book.)
Some thoughts into this thing we call Life. How everything is related and we are the last to know.
This was all written on Twitter in February 2014, so you have to read it from the bottom up - just like a good drink of brandy!