Tanya Doolin
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Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 8.
John was startled awake before dawn by the jangling bedside telephone. Blearily lifting the receiver, he encountered only the cackling voice of his downstairs neighbour, Madame Scheherazade. Between gasping laughs she demanded, "Have you seen today's Mirror, John dearie?" Before he could respond, she rang off, leaving him puzzled by her sudden interest in tabloid sensationalism.
By Tanya Doolin7 days ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 7.
As London's sullen skies unleashed spring's first rain, so too descended resignation upon John's sagging shoulders. His solitary crusade to resurrect radical dissent had stalled, impotent pamphlets reduced to street litter rather than kindling for revolution. No swelling crowds issued outraged choruses for economic justice or political accountability. Anaesthetised by distractions and indulgences, the proletariat slumbered on, impervious to John's strident wake-up calls.
By Tanya Doolin2 months ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 6.
The weeks following John's passionate speech at Speaker's Corner crept by in agonising inertia. No righteous comrades emerged to join his crusade, no groundswell of dissent stirred even a tremor of outrage. His provocations were met largely by public apathy or dismissal, save the occasional phone call from an old university friend expressing concern over John's tilt at windmills.
By Tanya Doolin2 months ago in Chapters
The Silver Serpent Society. Chapter Three.
I slam my fist on the briefing room table, rattling the stale coffee cups and pastry crumbs littering its surface. This ragged bunch of misfits in rumpled dress blues is my so-called task force - assembled to share intel and finally solve the Nyx Vesperra case that has cast its dark shadow over my career for almost two decades.
By Tanya Doolin3 months ago in Chapters
The Silver Serpent Society. Chapter Two.
The overpowering stench hits as I slip under the police tape and step into the squalid flat.Blood and gore splattered on peeling floral wallpaper like a Pollack painting. In the narrow kitchen the victim lays splayed unnaturally across cheap linoleum, arms and legs twisted in ways that turn my stomach. Sergeant Callahan stands grim-faced, filling me in on details while uniforms mill about uselessly.
By Tanya Doolin3 months ago in Chapters
The Silver Serpent Society. Chapter One.
The stench hits my nose as I enter the crime scene. Some idiot had left the door open and the July heat had been working on the swollen corpse sprawled across the laminate flooring for days by the looks of it. The rigor mortis had locked the stiff in a pose like he was trying to fend off the devil himself. Uniform cops stand around useless as can be, slack-jawed while CSI techs wander around listlessly in the oppressive heat.
By Tanya Doolin3 months ago in Chapters
Zymbac Saves Christmas. Part Two.
Chapter Five. As the night wore on, the blizzard showed no signs of slowing down. Icy wind howled outside like a pack of hungry wolves, shaking the windows with its fury. Inside, little Timmy watched with growing unease as the snow piled up past the sill, sealing them inside a frozen dome.
By Tanya Doolin4 months ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 5.
Predawn light seeped into John's flat as he bustled about the kitchen, fortifying himself with robust tea and toasted crumpets for the labours ahead. Donning faded plaid robes and slippers, he extracted the dusty mimeograph machine from its long confinement beneath the bathroom sink. As he meticulously cleaned and adjusted the gears and rollers, John's pulse quickened in anticipation of producing the first subversive literature from its sputtering duplication drums in decades.
By Tanya Doolin4 months ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 4.
Sunlight shone through grimy windows, rousing John from slumber. His mind felt unusually clear this morning, vestiges of revelry at the fête still humming through his veins. Throwing back the duvet, John rose with vigour he had not known for years.
By Tanya Doolin5 months ago in Chapters
