Benjamin Adams
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I enjoy writing. Well, typing, really. Mostly for D&D, but I thought I'd do more non-D&D stuff here. Stick around, you might find something you like.
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A Night in the Spire, Part 2
"...Will you come with me?" Those words echoed in Detective Lance Blaire's head. It was spinning from processing Rose Sharpe's ultimatum... join her with a new life or stay and fight crime in Spire. He didn't know what to do. She was still on his lap, staring at him sympathetically yet anxiously. Blaire had no response.
By Benjamin Adams3 years ago in Fiction
A Night in the Spire
A cold, winter night at the town park. One of detective Lance Blaire’s favorite views. Even though he was a tough-as-nails, no-nonsense person, he still enjoyed the simple things in his city. Blaire was a 32-year-old, apathetic, yet down-to-earth and blunt person, specializing in homicide crimes. He wore a ragged black jacket, a gray fedora with a black band, and a white suit shirt every day to work. His hair was dusty brown, graying at the temples, and he had a very light beard. Crime in Spire, Massachusetts was always high, and it was Blaire’s job to snuff it out. Even though his colleagues praised him for his incredible work, some even going so far as to call him a “modern-day Columbo,” Blaire always noticed that it never mattered much. Sure, Blaire was really good at his job, but as one criminal is incarcerated, another still roams the streets causing mischief. Blaire promised himself that he’d never rest until Spire was rid of crime completely, but he knew that’d be impossible. Crime was at an all time high this year, something that would always make Blaire clench his fist. He had been working five hours overtime on a big case today, and it was nearly midnight. He knew he was close to cracking this case, but he knew even more that without some rest, he wouldn’t solve anything. Blaire let out a sigh and watched the vapor leave his mouth, fading into the cold night. He was alone in the park, just sitting on a half-snowy bench on a cold day.
By Benjamin Adams3 years ago in Fiction
Shattering Psyche
Cassius was a man in his late teens. A retail worker who lived paycheck-to-paycheck, with no hope of a better future. He lived in a shitty apartment in New Jersey, where the rent was high and his income was low. Cassius barely could afford rent most of the time, and was threatened with several promises of eviction. He worked his job full time, and knew he couldn't work another, even part time. But that wasn't what worried him.
By Benjamin Adams3 years ago in Horror
