Category: Serialized Fiction by Brad Harness

Written By Brad Harness Francine enjoyed herself on that first walk with Mark. She suspected that his family might have seen them walking together, so she made sure she ‘accidentally’…

Written By Brad Harness When she was young, Francine Selmers used to attend church every Sunday. Back in those days, her life was pleasant. Simple, honest, the white picket fence…

Written By Brad Harness After forging her signature, using a previous signature on their confidentiality agreement which Michael Foster had insisted Lila Jenkins sign, he called an ambulance and then…

Written By Brad Harness When his phone calls to her remained unanswered, Michael Foster drove over to Lila Jenkins’ home.He stood outside the front door, repeatedly trying the doorbell. But…

Written By Brad Harness Lila sat at her dining table, sipping a cup of tea and nervously tapping a pen against the place mat.If this is successful, she thought, I…

Written By Brad Harness Annie decided she’d do what had worked most of her life with troublemakers: She’d stare them down. It usually worked, she thought.Lila Jenkins watched as the…

Written By Brad Harness It was a few weeks later that Lila Jenkins, the behavioural therapist, returned to Jackdaw, a small mining and lumber town in the hills of eastern…

Written By Brad Harness That scuffle in Riffles Diner between Tom Hardy and Wilber Nugent ended then and there.Once the constable had had a stern word with each man -…

Written By Brad Harness Frank Janson sat at the counter on the round stools, along with a half-dozen others, sipping his soup and nibbling away at his grilled cheese sandwich.…

Written By Brad Harness His relationship with Roxanne had developed quickly. They both stayed at the Red Pheasant for another two weeks, and by then, they were only using one…

Written By Brad Harness The crickets chirped loudly that evening as the sun set just past 9pm.Jordan combed his hair, creating a part in the centre. It was quite different…

Written By Brad Harness Jordan Smith walked out of the used car dealership lot counting the fresh bills in his hand. He nodded appreciatively as he recounted the two-thousand bucks.“This…

Written By Brad Harness Frankie, now going by Jordan Smith, drove out of town. He had no particular destination in mind so he took his time, enjoying the scenery and…

Written By Brad Harness Arriving at the store manager’s garage at 6pm - as the friendly fellow had instructed - Frankie Valera was greeted with a handshake and a smile.“You…

Written By Brad Harness Frankie Valera knew his womanizing had caused his marriage to fall apart. He knew after Janice he should stop. He knew, too, after Karen. He had…

Written By Brad Harness And with that, Frank Valera ran into the bedroom and scooped his clothes into his two suitcases, which he then placed by the back door.Re-entering the…

Written By Brad Harness Frank Valera sat unhappily staring out the living room window. He twirled his wedding band around his finger meditatively. He looked around the room, which was…

Written By Brad Harness The Foreign Legionnaires advanced carefully, some running forward to new cover while comrades maintained covering fire from behind. That was enough to keep down the heads…

Written By Brad Harness The newly-formed - and trained - Foreign Legion battalion, dubbed the Swamp Rats, to which Boris Nadiya belonged, rumbled along the backroads of rural southern Ukraine.…

Written By Brad Harness The indoctrination and training of new recruits into the Foreign Legion units was structured, as one would expect from anything Army. But it was also brief.Borys…

Written By Brad Harness The train pulled into a smaller train station than the one at Kyiv. It was old, grey, with columns in front.Borys took his luggage and left…

Written By Brad Harness The train from Lviv left in the morning and Borys Nadiya was on it. He had all his luggage and sat in an ultramodern train car…

Written By Brad Harness That first night in Ukraine was a peaceful one, but at sunrise, Borys awoke to a wailing of air raid sirens. The hotel staff were in…

Written By Brad Harness “Borys Nadiya. His name meant To Fight…For Hope.Age 31…single…no kids that he knew about, as the old saying goes.The passenger jet touched down in Warsaw, and…

Written By Brad Harness “Hey, BN!” called out one of his barracks mates. “Think fast!”A pair of sweaty underpants sailed through the air and landed short of the tall, fit…

Written By Brad Harness The audience smiled and laughed, but I hadn’t yet connected with them. So I frowned and pointed towards the piano.“You know, 88 keys on that darn…

Written By Brad Harness I was standing there watching as the police cruiser drove off. Francine was standing next to me, quite close, in fact. She was visibly upset, dabbing…

Written By Brad Harness Henri stood there, startled. So close - but yet so far. He had almost got back aboard the cruise ship when he was nabbed by the…

Written By Brad Harness The rest of my time ashore as tour guide for Francine and Henri was brief. I pointed out some statues, a nice park where everybody fed…