They’ll Come To Watch You Burn

Image By: Michele Plunkett They’ll Come To Watch You Burn By Cusper Lynn Blake Morgan was not happy to hear from me. It was late, he had a life and he didn’t need a damned wild goose chase. So, I decided to drop the proverbial bomb.

Author, Lawyer, MC, Loan Shark; or One-Stop Shopping

Image By Jesse Wagstaff Author, Lawyer, MC, Loan Shark; or One-Stop Shopping by Cusper Lynn A car is nothing more or less than a means of conveyance. I don’t regard a car as desirable and I don’t have a covetous nature, particularly in the area of cars. But for the second time this afternoon I was…

The Lesser Vessel; or To Urn Trust

Image By quinet. The Lesser Vessel; or To Urn Trust by Cusper Lynn “You know me! You know my character!” Matt Tomlinson pleaded. “Yes, I do. I assume you have a check for me,” I said, as I continued to tidy up what remained of my office. “Cusper, I want you to look at me and…

Where The Lines End

Image Source from: prusakolep as modified by Cusper Lynn Where the lines end by Cusper Lynn The bailiff, an affable man of imposing proportions, looked in my direction.   The judge expressed her disbelief and the attorney remained professional, though not entirely plausible in her protestations that these last minute filings were entirely unforeseen and, sadly, unavoidable. “Mr….

Petty Minded Sadist or Indecisive Idiot?

 Download the Petty Minded Sadist or Indecisive Idiot Survey (AKA, Management Survey) Image Derived from works by: chexed & stuartpilbrow Petty Minded Sadist or Indecisive Idiot? By Cusper Lynn The title of this essay comes from a question I formulated while interviewing staff in a medical facility that was preparing for another round of layoffs.   While asking staff…

My Dinner With Dexter Douglas

Image by: simiant (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author) Chapter 47:  My Dinner with Dexter Douglas and Other Terrors “Goddamn, son of a bitch,” Dr. Douglas growled as we sat for our biweekly dinner at Vitoli’s. This exclamation went unnoticed over the general din of dinners who…