Border, KS

Isn't Kansas a little northern for Southern Gothic? (Updates Tuesday and Thursday)

Month: October, 2014

BLOG: Triennial Talkings!

I don’t do a lot of blog posts, but today warranted it for two reasons. First off, it’s Halloween, and if there is something Border should celebrate it is Halloween. Second because yesterday’s post represents one third of a year (four months) that Border has been live. I wanted to take a minute to thank […]

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4.9 Ruminations

The teacher was droning on about the history of the area, but Siobhan didn’t care. She could tell that Antigone didn’t either, from the volume of hasty and encoded notes the two of them were passing. And when the teacher’s back turned and she entered the bizarre teaching trance that locked her somewhat in a […]

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4.8 The Key

Everyone in the room looked in quiet shock between the two women who had just been declared as sisters, so Walter felt better that he hadn’t known. The small conference room echoed with the silence of people comparing faces for similarities, looking for differences. Tania Summers wore a grin that suggested felines catching small yellow […]

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4.7 The Locke

The total time from the initial request for an interview with Tania Summers to the first call from her attorney was exactly three minutes ad thirty-seven seconds. It was, Marshal Alexander had informed them, a new departmental record. And not just by a little bit. It was hours later and pushing the end of business […]

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4.6 An Open Door

The room was as plush and well appointed as the rest of the house. It had a long desk of richly dark wood standing on a carpet made with the designs of a medieval tapestry. Large bookshelves and antique cabinets lined the walls, and a heavy chandelier lit the scene in soft but steady warmth. […]

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4.5 Gilded

New money dresses itself up in baubles in an attempt to look like old money; old money doesn’t need to try to look like anything else. That was what occurred to Walter. If someone was dressing their house up with statues of naked babies pissing champagne, they probably wouldn’t have been descended from earls. Old […]

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4.4 Specific Impressions

The back room that he took them to wasn’t the one that Antigone expected to go to. They passed one that looked like it should, dark and with a crystal ball in the center. But they passed it and went back to another room, set up more like a conference room then with any faux […]

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4.3 General Impressions

The shop was dark as Antigone stepped into it, and it smelled like…well, like it should. Like herbs and must, like dark and secret places, which she immediately recognized as fake. She watched as Siobhan walked forward boldly and sighed, moving to follow her. “You know if we get murdered by a crazy not-charlatan together, […]

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4.2 Dark Alleys

“Do you think he saw you?” Lacey asked once they were beyond the large glass windows at the front of the bar and grill. “He saw us.” Both Antigone and Siobhan answered in simultaneous deadpan. “We haven’t been living good enough for him to have not.” Siobhan clarified, shaking her head. “Worst part is he […]

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4.1 Bosch, Bottles, and Bailey

Cop bars tend to have a universal feeling to them, even if the decor is completely different. Walter had been to one in Los Angeles that was all brushed steel and glass, but it had still felt the same. Solid like the ages itself, and quietly cynical like a twenty year beat cop. It might […]

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