Peter Crispin Author

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 If you have never met someone like this, consider yourself lucky. I was a bartender for 8 years, and not that kind of lucky Due diligence Raphael eyed his two tables- the quiet man in the back in the wide-brimmed hat, and Larry, sitting alone with his six empty bottles. Tearing the bill from the printer, Raphael approached Larry’s table. ‘You’ve had enough Larry, it’s time to go.’ Larry scratched his balding, liver-spotted  head, sending flakes of dandruff fluttering through the air like snowflakes. ‘But I’ve only had one or two,’ he said, eyeing his six empties in what he thought was a discrete manner. ‘Plus I’m a great driver!’ Raphael arched an eyebrow, glancing outside. ‘Which one is yours?’ ‘Red…’ Larry mumbled. ‘F100.’ ‘You mean the one with the broken headlight and the flat tire?’ Larry’s wide flushed face, blushed even redder. ‘It ain’t completely flat. She ain’t as bad as she looks, trust me!’ ‘Well, it looks like I’ll be having your keys, please. You don’t want the ...

 I wrote what I thought was a rough draft for a novel, and upon completion realised it was more of a rough outline. So, I started at the beginning and tried to stick to the most interesting moments. Originally this intro was about twice this length. The Bloody Dawn 965 words ‘Apologies, my lord.’ ‘Watch yourself, wench!’ Cyrine froze in the empty dirt road through the Trader’s Quarter, turning to face the commotion. A bearded man in a light blue silk tunic towered over a slight girl curled fearfully around herself. ‘This shirt cost more than you make in a year,’ he sneered.’ ‘If my lord had looked before rising…’ ‘Enough excuses!’ He shouted as Cyrine approached. He stunk of wine, and not just from the purple stain near the hem of the fine blue fabric. She raised a mailed hand before him, her warhammer held loosely in the other. Glaring with her steel blue eyes, his gaze nervously avoided hers. ‘She ruined my tunic,’ he snarled, drawing his rapier.’ ‘You ...

  The Consortium This morning I hoped everything would be back to normal, but they were still here. Those unspeakably huge metal spheres still lit the sky, like miniature suns, spreading evenly to the distant horizon. They ‘said’ they came in peace, they ‘said’ they were here to help, but I didn’t call it help when they conscripted my brother to work at the grain farm. Sure, they had ended starvation, they fed the hungry, but at what cost? Now there were millions more brains that needed to be engaged now that their mouths no longer needed to be fed. Do they plan to feed the whole solar system, now that we know it isn’t as empty as we always thought? Maybe so, maybe so… I guess it is strange that earthly grains are all the rage- just like any cycle of commerce, it’s all about supply and demand. The other planets demand our wheat, barley and rice, and our overlords promise to supply it, whatever the cost to our freedom.  The last time I talked to Roger, he said the alie...

Century Island Version 2.0 By Peter Crispin Chapter 1 I was hit by a car last summer. I don’t remember it, but I hear it was very dramatic. I spent two months in a hospital, and two weeks in a coma. I used to love people. Watching their faces light up when I smiled brought me genuine pleasure- but I don’t see that world anymore. Since the first person looked from my eyes to the scar running the length of my face and I saw their gaze shift from pleasure to suspicion to disgust, I knew things weren’t going to be easy anymore. I have a cat, her name is Pisces. When I hold Pisces, and she begins to purr, the vibrations that ripple through our shared being hold an bond no other souls possessed. ‘I love you… you care for me… I love you… you keep me safe…’, I could hear echoing through my mind when she spoke to me. Pisces sees the world as I present it for her, and how I wish it to be; A place where people are nice, and help each other to be happy. My parents suggested not attending s...