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Robert Alford's Writings

Short Story
Jul.26.2010
When he left the restaurant he was very pleased, Julian was really on his game this morning, paying the bill he gave Julian and his mother his thanks and left a good tip. He always loved coming here, the eggs were always so perfect and the staff so kind that he just felt so at home. He thought to himself that maybe one day he would try their lunch. Opening the...
Short Story
Jul.26.2010
A friend appears. The next day the papers read, "Rainy Day Killer Slays Seven, One Escapes Blood Bath." "My" he thought. "If I could only find that writer, I could see if he could escape." Today he missed his usual breakfast and found himself standing on a bridge that separated the hustling city from the relative quiet of the...
Short Story
Jul.26.2010
It was midnight and the day had been fruitless. The city was on alert and what few citizens were out into the night, walked in groups of three or four sometimes more. It was as if everyone and the entire city were in lock down mode. People scampered by, afraid of their own shadows and were keeping in tight formation. They all knew of him, though no one could...
Short Story
Jul.26.2010
"There may not be a perfect crime but there is near perfection in some criminals. These 'harvesters of man' wander the Earth avoiding capture or detection. You seldom learn of their horrendous crimes unless they are accidentally uncovered and even then, they are hushed up and spirited away to unknown locations, to await their fate from a justice system who...
Short Story
Jul.26.2010
He reached the end of the wall as the steps were getting faint and sounded as if they were descending. We searched for a basement door but there was none. Remembering something I had seen at the front door, there were some panels of wood that were different than the others, they looked to have been repaired but not painted. After finding the spot and moving the...
Poem
Jul.26.2010
A shout will be heard in the night, through a portal of glass it will come. An order given with promise of payment. The flame broiled smell of flesh permeates the air. It will be 24-7, this calamity continues, against arches of gold the "King" wages war. Arches of gold. The cloven massacre rises to extremity and mounds of blood flow from the tasty...
Short Story
Jul.26.2010
It was about 5am and I had been out all night. This had been a waste of time, "I'm never going to find her", I thought. I had a thought as the first bus rolled up and started to pick up early morning workers. I had seen her here once before, around this time, almost a month ago near the bus depot. Abandoning my park bench I immediately headed off...
Article
Jul.26.2010
Recently, ultimate liar and back stabbing good friend of Lance Armstrong, Floyd (the worm) Landis, stated that he did in fact use performance enhancing drugs during his career. This came as a surprise to many people (but not to all), including his former partner Lance Armstrong, his partner through many of those years of struggle and victory. After Lance was...
Article
Jul.26.2010
Finally, someone in Washington did something to help black people, too bad it had to be a mistake. When Reid let those words drop from his mouth, like so many other slanderous, racist comments he has, no doubt, uttered over the years, one thing was different this time. On this occasion he was telling the truth. So how could he be in trouble this time you ask?...
Jul.26.2010
The recent news that the Gulf Spill would take as long as August to begin a final cure is no surprise to me, as I pointed out in my last article on the subject, there is the factor of "Hurricane Season" that might foul plans up a bit also. But the major demon looming on the horizon may be "Ocean Current Change". It seems quite impossible to...