Rob Chapman
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Just here for the experience, as always... Life is by far too short to play it safe.
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The loop
Surreal was the most apt discription of Alex’s position, watching the moment his life had pivoted twenty five years earlier, spectating on the worst decision of his life. The man sitting behind the wheel of the Jaguar sovereign next to the beautiful woman that would become his greatest source of joy, but also his greatest source of pain. Alex was in position to alter the trajectory of life for his twenty five year old self. Of course this would also become his final inalterable act, committing suicide by time travel.
By Rob Chapman3 years ago in Fiction
The hidden Gems
Americans call them barns, but here in Australia they’re better known as sheds. There are countless types of sheds; tool sheds, garden sheds, pool sheds, men’s sheds and farm sheds to name but a few. But nothing in Paul’s life had prepared him for the beauty of the shed hidden down the back, not to be confused with out the back or the outback, of the hobby farm that Paul and his new bride Wendy had just become the proud owner’s of.
By Rob Chapman5 years ago in Fiction
Heart on heart
Finally, Olivia held it in her hand once more. A tear swelled in her eye at the sight of the tarnished silver heart shaped locket, its chain dangling open, loosely below. Slow rolling droplets of her blood slipping off the ends. Olivia cradled the precious locket, her heart still thumping under neath. That solitary tear lead a deluge that now rolled off her face. So much had changed since she had last felt the locket’s metal chill on her warm flesh…
By Rob Chapman5 years ago in Fiction
Operation Hubris
To Order comrade Generals!” Silence descended immediately upon the room at the command of Chairman General Hu Janito as he announced his entry. The Paramount leader of the People’s Republic of China, the People’s Liberation Army and the Central Military Commission, the true seat of China’s power. The eight members and three vice chairmen of the commission had been awaiting Janito’s arrival, discussing how influences had been successful in the American sub prime mortgage market, and how the “silly Yankees” had been so besotted with money, they could not see the danger they were in. It was just a matter of time now.
By Rob Chapman5 years ago in Futurism
The truth within
Derek‘s day had started so well, he considered as he approached the rail of the bridge, breakfast with his wife after three rounds of bare skin greco Roman wrestling, before the drive to the office where it had all suddenly fallen apart. Being met by the FBI armed with a search warrant, a missing business partner and empty bank accounts was not how he envisioned his day going at all. After four hours of relentless questions about off shore shell companies, money laundering schemes and sketchy cartel like characters Derek was broken, Derek was broke, and Derek was tired, tired of striving to be crushed under the waves.
By Rob Chapman5 years ago in Horror
