Odd and Odder: A Collection of Sensuality, Satire, and Suspense
By K. S. Brooks and Newton Love
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"Odd and Odder: A Collection of Sensuality, Suspense & Satire" brings together the creative, off-beat minds of published authors K. S. Brooks and Newton Love. From short stories befitting The Twilight Zone, to lustful verses of poetry, to thought-provoking flash prose: "Odd and Odder" is consistently fresh, sometimes outlandish, and truly entertaining.
“Odd and Odder” includes:
“You Are Water:” A prosaic exploration of a man's thoughts on a former lover who is still in his life.
“Innocent Bystander:” A flash fiction about surviving a televised tragedy.
“Dark Alley:” A short story about a semi-delusional detective―both charming and repulsive at the same time―who is hired to find a stolen car with a missing husband in it, but instead discovers that there are skeletons in the family closet in compromising positions.
“Paging Doctor Scully:” A romantic ode to a red-headed doctor from a janitor.
“The Masseur:” A spicy poem from a woman who lusts after her physical therapist.
“Sandemann Beach:” A short story homage to Rod Serling, and his Twilight Zone, where an unbeaten lawyer meets his match.
“Paltry Poultry:” A poem about a woman who is always running her mouth in negative ways.
“Mary on My Mind:” A poem of what could have been, as realized one languid afternoon, after the fact.
A total of 22 original works and two bonus excerpts from the authors’ novels are included, providing “something for everyone” as a reader wrote in a five-star online review. The 2017 Edition contains additional bonus content.
K. S. Brooks
K.S. Brooks has been writing for over thirty years. She penned her first book, a swashbuckling action-adventure based in 17th century France, when she was fifteen years old. Since then, despite working for a living in the electronics industry, Ms. Brooks continued to write. In 2001, she left the high-tech arena in Boston for the Eastern Shore of Maryland to pursue her writing. That same year, her first novel, Lust for Danger, was published. That action-adventure novel won Ms. Brooks Honorable Mention in the Jada Book of the Year Awards, and invitations to speak at the Maryland Writers' Association Writers' Conference, the Bay to Ocean Writers' Conference, and numerous other venues. She has been honored by the Maryland Writers' Association three times by participating as a judge in its annual novel contest. As the business world and health issues took up more of her energy, Ms. Brooks set her sights on moving West to an environment more suitable and affordable to a writing career. Since her relocation to the wilderness of northeastern Washington State, late in 2008, Ms. Brooks has completed the following works which have been published by Cambridge Books: the suspenseful romance, The Kiss of Night (2010), Night Undone (2011) and three children's books: The Mighty Oak and Me (2009), Postcards from Mr. Pish Volume 1(2010) and Volume 2 (2011), and Mr. Pish's Woodland Adventure (2011). Odd and Odder: A Collection of Sensuality, Satire and Suspense, was co-written with author/scientist Newton Love and published in 2011. She has six more novels planned in the original Agent Night Adventure Series, two in the Agent Night 'Cover Me' series, a horror novel, and a number of Mr. Pish children's books in the works. In addition to her writing, Ms. Brooks is an award-winning photographer and poet. Her articles, photographs, poetry, and blogs can be found in books, magazines, newspapers, galleries, and web sites worldwide. She currently writes three different blogs, and is a guest blogger for a number of web sites including CeliacChicks.com and Celiac-Disease.com. In December of 2011, Ms. Brooks was recruited to serve as co-administrator of Indies Unlimited - a multi-author website dedicated to the independent publishing community. More about K. S. Brooks at http://www.ksbrooks.com More about Indies Unlimited at http://www.IndiesUnlimited.com
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Odd and Odder - K. S. Brooks
Preface
Odd: (adjective) Unusual; peculiar or out of the ordinary.
The word ‘odd’ means nothing more than something that is not ordinary. So why is there a negativity associated with the word? Oddities are what make this world interesting.
Like the view through a fish-eye lens or a symphony played on steel drums, Odd & Odder is presented through a different perspective: through the eyes of two writers whose thoughts are anything but ordinary.
This collection of works ranges from heartfelt poetry to satire-laden suspense; passionate prose to gum-shoe mystery; and tidbits that can’t be categorized. But each piece has that twist or edge or style that makes it indisputably different from the norm.
Welcome to a story mind-meld of two authors who are not easily described, unless the word different
is used as a zeugma.
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Stalker Boy
Who’s that boy behind the binoculars
Staring in my window?
He’s got fly jeans and Nike sneaks
All the while he’s stealing peeks
At me
When I swim in the pool at home
I know he’s there
‘Cause then he calls on the phone
And he says I know you’re alone
You see
He’s stalker boy
He’s always there
Everywhere
Watching me
From the tree
Or down the street
I’d like to meet
Stalker boy
His FUBU cap is really cool
He’s got it turned around
So it won’t bump into his night vision set
Even out in the rain he’s soaking wet
To see
When I’m in my room naked
I walk by the window
And don’t you know I flaunt it
Because I really want it
To be
Stalker boy
He’s always there
Everywhere
Watching me
From the tree
Or down the street
I’d like to meet
Stalker boy.
My friends say he’s a dork
That he needs a life
But I don’t mind that he’s there
I really think that he cares
For me
Front row at my concerts
He’s really always there
He writes he is my biggest fan
Wants to get me in his van
Show me
He’s stalker boy
He’s always there
Everywhere
Watching me
From the tree
Or down the street
I’d like to meet
Stalker boy.
Sometimes I see him
Out in the dark
The cops want to put him away
But I’d like him to stay
With me
No one can understand
What I see in this man
He’s stalker boy
He’s always there
Everywhere
Touch my hair
Say you care
I’m in love with
Stalker boy.
How I ache
For him to take
Me
Stalker boy
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You Are Water
Water always finds a way.
Block it, stop it,
it flows away from obstacles
seeking other paths, and breaks through.
Mountains are made of stone,
but water wears them down,
moving them to change,
leaving the marks of water flows etched on their faces.
You are water.
Life stops without water.
Dehydration produces dementia.
A steady supply of water and the body function properly.
You are water.
Still in a bowl, it reflects reality
and the etherworld, if we have eyes to see.
You are the water my eyes weep
when I think of what love really means.
You are water.
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Supply Chain Management Made Interesting
Tom’s department had no intention of implementing netcentric real-time supply chain technology, even though his company, Viking Distribution, could save thousands of dollars each year. Bob, the CEO, kept thinking that if they were able to automate certain procedures, and form partnerships with their suppliers, they could get better performance from vendors because of improved visibility.
But Tom, the materials manager, did not agree. He wanted to continue with his paper-based system, which gave him control over Bob. No one could figure out his system, so this guaranteed him job security. It also doomed the company financially.
The stockholders took one look at the company’s latest financials and went into cardiac arrest. Orders to longstanding customers were slipping and stagnant inventory was multiplying. They demanded something be done.
But Bob knew Tom could not be reasoned with. And, as he was the president’s son, this posed a quandary. So he contacted the Russian mafia. His grandmother had made him borscht as a child so he knew there was some family linkage and perhaps they could help. His cousin, Vladmir Kavornicov said, I take care of dis for you, buddy.
The next Saturday, Tom was at his quaint, white picket fenced home in his suburban California neighborhood, lounging in his back yard. The sun smiled down on his sickly white skin and his PacSun surfer shorts. Suddenly, five AK47-shaped shadows fell across his spindly legs. He put down his martini and looked up nervously. Can I help you with something?
he asked the men who were clad from head to toe in black.
Yes, you can,
said the bald leader, removing his pair of black Oakley sunglasses to reveal his icy blue irises. His cohorts took up strategic positions circling Tom, blocking his sun in a Russian mafia eclipse.
If you know vhat’s good for you, you vill implement supply chain automation immediately. This will include warehouse management, transportation management, distribution management, and supplier visibility software. These packages must be real-time and have internet capabilities. You vill coordinate these with your supply chain partners on both vendor and customer levels. Do you understand me?
Come again dude?
Tom asked.
No, if I have to come back here, there vill be consequences.
Instantly, his men all turned and pointed their automatic weapons at his beloved parrot, Sparky, sitting on a perch next to his chair. Now do you understand me?
Polly wanna cracker?
Sparky asked cheerfully.
Taken aback, the leader ordered, Waste the bird. We grill him over open fire.
No! Not Sparky! I’ll do anything!
Then ve’ve reached an understanding.
Yes, yes,
Tom trembled.
Goote.
With that, all five men swooped over the picket fence and vanished into a black Land Rover.
Within a week, Tom had evaluated a number of supply chain software vendors and services. The studies proved that he could save countless thousands of dollars for the company. Although this was making Tom a hero within the company, and his job security was not seemingly threatened, he was disgruntled. Only the weekly arrival of photographs of parrots resembling his beloved Sparky being grilled over various hibachis, gas grills, and rotisseries, kept him on the straight and narrow.
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Life’s Irony
It will beat you down
Then pick you up
How can you drink from life
If you’re choking on the cup
Like dangling a carrot
Right before my eyes
But I can’t eat the cake
‘Cause it will show on my thighs
It will hold you back
Then tell you to run
How can you shoot the moon
If you don’t have a gun
Rodin’s Thinker before you
But you’re not allowed to touch
And the one you want to love
Can hurt you so much
Everyone you love’s in heaven
You just can’t win
You’re dying to be with them
But suicide’s a mortal sin
You sleep too much
You must be depressed
If you don’t sleep enough
You must be too stressed
Your brain’s in a blender
From society’s demands
You grind your teeth
And clench your hands
Be one of the group
Or you’ll never last
Being an individual
Will make you an outcast
But the most beautiful rose
Is the one that blooms alone
Away from the followers
Who crowd around the throne
With your thorns to protect
And the bees there to sting
In the end
It’s really you who’s king.
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Innocent Bystander
It wasn't his fault. The police, the fire department, his therapist, and his friends and family had all agreed; it wasn't his fault. He had been an innocent bystander.
That mattered little. He had been there. He had survived. The mere mention of the events that he'd witnessed caused a normal person to experience a spiritual shiver. They couldn't help it. Remembering the play that it had in the papers recalled their shock that it had happened in their town, in their community, next door.
Simply seeing him recalled the event. When he met a new friend, they would cringe when they learned his name.
No matter how innocent he was, he was guilty by association. He was not welcome because he had survived.
Sympathetic to the psychosis, he lived a solitary life. His withdrawal from society went unnoticed, with the grace of those who were glad to forget.
Months later, when his body was found in his house, people recalled how he had survived a tragedy. He was the lucky one. He was the innocent survivor.
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Spenser
In your eyes I find
The truest of true
The best of loyalty
I’m blessed with you
Your warmth, so soothing
You are always proving
So dedicated
Openly stated
For all to see
Your love for me
A heart so pure
Never existed elsewhere
Of that I’m sure
And how you care
Cannot be twisted
To fit society’s
Perverse nature
Your warmth is there
When I sleep, dream
Breathe the air
I’m on a stair
Way to reverie
I know you will
Always be...
Waiting, watching, caring
If you love something
Set it free
And you always
Come back to me
I know there
Will never be
Another you.
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Stefan Bengal: Code Name Turbo
Chapter One
Paris, November 1984
His hand massaged its way up her nylon-clad calf, thigh, and hip before the phone blurted a ringus interruptus.
Damn,
he muttered.
Stefan,
the blonde breathed. Don’t answer it.
He smirked. Might be important.
He picked up the receiver. Yes.
Is this Monsieur Turbo?
Stefan squinted, then leaned back away from the woman sitting on his lap. Depends… who the hell are you?
Monsieur Turbo, this is Guy Gadbois, Minister of Foreign Affairs in Paris. I need your help, Monsieur.
His thick French accent did not mask his trembling voice.
How badly?
Oui, they said you would say as such. Ten thousand Francs.
Where and when?
The Cathedral Notre Dame, tonight, at midnight.
Got it.
Stefan hung up and turned to face his date. Listen, uh… what’d you say your name was?
Bimini.
She smiled.
Listen, Bimini, I’ve got to go. I’ll drop you at home, okay?
Do you really have to go?
She twirled her fingers in his short, brown hair.
Yes, I really do.
His mind had already switched to cloak and dagger mode. And it was 11:30 p.m.
Even with the pout, there was still a vacant quality about her. Oh.
Her shoulders sank.
We’ll do this again sometime Bimb… uh, Bimini.
She perked up. Okay!
Stefan rolled his green eyes as he helped Bimini with her coat. He then escorted her to the door.
Chapter Two
The mist rose from the Seine River in thick clumps, revealing little more than the gargoyles of Notre Dame. Stefan had been back in Paris for only a couple of months, yet word had spread of his return from the States. At six-foot-four, with olive skin and emerald green eyes, it was hard to stay unnoticed.
Stefan stood in the shadows, his trench coat hanging loosely over his tall frame. The grounds were still; he checked his watch. 12:02. Guy was late. Maybe it was a set-up. Stefan grew fidgety.
A sudden movement nearby drew his attention. A silver man-shaped shadow fell upon a shifting layer of fog. Stefan drew his gun. He could now see the man’s head, and quickly, quietly, put his semi-automatic up to it.
Move and you’re dead,
Stefan whispered.
Are you Turbo?
The man shuddered.
Who are you?
Guy Gadbois.
Were you followed?
No, I… don’t think so.
Okay.
Stefan pulled a penlight from his pocket and shined it in Guy’s face. He knew, in this fog, that no one would see its light. All right, what’s the deal?
Monsieur Turbo…
Okay Guy,
he interrupted, you really need to stop saying that. It was my secret code name… and if you keep using it, there won’t be anything secret about it.
Of course.
He nodded nervously. We have a serious problem. As I’m sure you’ve heard, we are hosting an international peace conference here in Paris. The wife of the Soviet delegate – her diamond necklace has been stolen. We must recover it before the news leaks out and becomes an embarrassment for our security team… and an international incident.
I see.
Will you help us?
Why me? You have plenty of agents at your disposal.
But when you were with our Secret Police… they say you were the best.
That was then… this is now, and now I’m retired.
But Monsieur… we need outside help. We don’t know if there is an inside leak… and this must be rectified as quickly as possible.
Well…
The money certainly seemed good to Stefan. Financial retirement planning had never made it on his to-do lists. Money wasn’t everything; in this instance, however, it was enough. I’ll need a list of suspects, people who knew about the necklace, all necessary details… and a fifty-percent retainer.
Of course, Monsieur.
Chapter Three
The next night, Stefan stood before a four story stone building on the Left Bank. He was again clad completely in black, but this time a stylish leather jacket kept him warm. It was a dark night; the moon hid behind thick, low-lying clouds. The building, too, was dark, and of this Stefan was glad. He had spent the day sifting through information provided by Gadbois. Only one name jumped out at him: Stelvio Garcia, free-lance terrorist/spy… the same Stelvio Garcia who had blown up Stefan’s car five years earlier. I really liked that car, he grumbled to himself.
He studied the building and drew up his plan. He would climb up to the third floor, then jimmy the terrace doors open. It wouldn’t be too hard to pull himself up the symmetrical balconies. What would be difficult was finding clues. Garcia was a thug, but he wasn’t a moron. Stefan knew this would be a risky endeavor, but how else could he get the evidence he needed?
Being a strong, virile man, Stefan easily pulled himself up the railings to the third floor. He was very surprised to find that the French doors had been left unlocked. Almost as if