J. A. Stapleton

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StoryShort Beginnings Tiff_B210 years 6 months ago
StorySecond Diary Entry (No.13) J. A. Stapleton410 years 6 months ago
StoryPushed. J. A. Stapleton210 years 6 months ago
StoryFirst Diary Entry (No.12) J. A. Stapleton410 years 6 months ago
StoryA Walk in the Dusk J. A. Stapleton510 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Genesis People - Chapters 1 & 2 Jon McBaker110 years 6 months ago
CollectionOdds and Sods - Short Stories J. A. Stapleton010 years 6 months ago
CollectionLoyalty - or A Boy Born of Two Fathers. J. A. Stapleton010 years 6 months ago
StoryOpening Letters J. A. Stapleton310 years 6 months ago
StoryThrough the Looking Glass J. A. Stapleton410 years 7 months ago
StoryCaponed. J. A. Stapleton110 years 7 months ago
StorySeeping Through the Lavender - Chapter I J. A. Stapleton210 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Conspiracy: Chapter Two [Part I] J. A. Stapleton510 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Drunk (Western Short Story) well-wisher310 years 8 months ago
StorySpare Parts grover610 years 8 months ago
CollectionThe Conspiracy J. A. Stapleton010 years 9 months ago

My stories

The Patrolman (2) - Chapter I: The Patrolman (Part I)

Second draft of completed first novel - The Patrolman. "At exactly 10:00 a.m., when the woman stopped to catch her breath, there was a thundering in her ears."
Cherry

The Want - The Bartender

Hollywood. V-J Day - 1945. A nutjob derails a streetcar. A detective investigates. Stumbling across a shuttered speakeasy, Det. Jake Lacey, with a few questions of his own, encounters a familiar-looking bartender. Then the questioning becomes more than procedure. It becomes personal.

The Patrolman (2) - Prologue

Second draft of completed first novel - The Patrolman. "North Spring ought to be the safest area in L.A."

The Patrolman - #3 White Lights, Bright Sirens (Part II)

The look on her face was of confusion. The look on her face when she saw the gun in his hand was of surprise. The look on her face when he spun it round in the air at Tom Maher was of terror.

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