About Fredrock

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Rock Rock 'til you drop.

Name:
Fred Rock
Sex:
Male 
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
The weeds, Wisconsin, United States
Local Time:
28 May 2018 02:06
Favorite Books:
The Maltese Falcon, The Big Sleep, The Glass Key, ASOIAF, The Hotel New Hampshire, A Catcher in the Rye, East of Eden
Favorite Authors:
Hemingway, Chandler, Hammett, James M. Cain, Salinger
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23 Aug 2016
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Stories:
22
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Topic: breath vs breathe
Posted: 13 Aug 2017 06:55

I wonder what it is with "breathe" and "breath". Whatever it is, "lose" and "loose" are serial offenders as well.

Topic: Who is your favourite author at the moment?
Posted: 10 Sep 2016 07:51

John Irving is probably my favorite all-time with Hotel New Hampshire being my favorite of his books.

Topic: submitting a story?
Posted: 30 Aug 2016 10:56

Can anyone tell me how long it usually takes to get a story approved? I submitted on on 8-27 and it's still in limbo. Sorry to sound impatient and no rush, just curious. Thanks.

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In the Closet

The phone rang as I was locking up for the night and I thought about leaving it ring. Then I thought about my bank account, went back around the desk, picked up, and said: “Conde.” An older man’s voice came on the line, dry as a desert bone. “Ah yes, Mr. Benjamin Conde of the Conde Detective Agency I presume?” “The same.” “Splendid, Mr. Conde. Splendid. Ah, yes, Mr. Conde, my name is...

Added 10 Mar 2018 | Category Adventure | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 166 | 1 Comment

Jesse Gets Fixed

The night was sticky and hot and I was sweating plenty even though it was well past sunset. Gravel crunched beneath my shoes, echoed loud off abandoned buildings. This neighborhood wasn’t safe after dark but I was hurting and needed to be here. A five-inch blade was folded up in my pocket just in case. Manny’s black Ford sat rusting in its usual spot, five spaces over from the back door of...

Added 07 Feb 2018 | Category Crime | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 220 | 3 Comments

Barfight

Todd awoke on his back in a puddle of beer and broken glass with his ears ringing and his vision blurred. He laid still, watched the ceiling fan spin lazily without seeing it, and thought about nothing. A few seconds passed and he sat up. He closed his eyes tight and waited for the room to stop sliding around, the colors to stop smearing. Finally, his eyes came open, focused, and looked...

Added 20 Jan 2018 | Category Action | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 201 | 1 Comment

Angela's Bust

Bishop’s Lounge was busy and loud and blue with smoke. I sat by myself back in a dark corner booth, contributing my share of smoke and watching Angela. She had come in with a group of work friends and they sat at one of the tables chattering and drinking wine but she seemed distracted and kept looking over at the bar. She had on a black dress to match her black bob. There was also a black...

Added 19 Jan 2018 | Category Crime | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 186 | 2 Comments

Recommended Read Bugsy's Revenge

I was tailing the unfaithful husband of a neurotic client down a dark alley when someone slipped behind me and put a gun to my neck. I heard Bugsy’s voice and knew I had a problem. “Frank Danger, P.I.!” he said with a delighted baritone that rumbled like a dump truck. “Bugsy.” He laid a heavy mitt on my back and sent me staggering. Bugsy was a great guy. I thought the world of him. ...

Added 28 Dec 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 264 | 3 Comments

Zander's Encounter

  A white ball streaked across green felt and snapped into a triangle of colorful balls. The formation exploded, and the balls thumped off rails, clicked off one another, came to rolling stops. Two stripes fell into pockets. Billy Miller removed a greasy baseball cap, ran a hand through greasy hair, returned the cap to his head, and said: “I hate you.” Stephen Zander smiled and chalked...

Added 28 Nov 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 282 | 2 Comments

Hellions

Shelley’s monsters are wailing at me like their lives are at stake, and this guy wants to talk about insurance. Oh, I’ll call him all right – no question. Thanks for the card. The brats pull me free. They lead me past a shoe store, a phone store, a jeweler. We go by a kiosk for t-shirts, a kiosk for hobby drones, a chattering pack of teenage girls, and now we’re near the food court. I...

Added 17 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 280 | 4 Comments

Bloodbath Blues

  It was one of the nicer houses on its block which is to say three or four of the windows still held glass and the yard had been mowed at some point over the past year. The front door sagged from twisted hinges over a foot-wide chasm where the porch fell away from the house. There might have been a shutter still dangling that hadn’t yet fallen into the weeds. It was a nice place. Klein...

Added 15 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 255 | 4 Comments

Harvey's Agenda

The woman sat at the bar and stared into her drink and Harvey stood behind her. He laid a hand on her back and leaned in so his mouth was in her ear. “Did you get it?” She nodded at her drink. Harvey sat down. “Beautiful.” The bartender walked over. “What can I get you?” “Whiskey,” Harvey said. “Neat.” “How about you, ma’am? Ready for a refill?” The woman covered her glass with her...

Added 12 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 272 | 3 Comments

Hustled

She pulled from her cigarette, blew a stream of white smoke over my head, and asked: “Really John, what are you implying?” “I’m not implying anything,” I said. “I’m telling you flat-out that you killed your husband.” She blinked. There was a slight clenching of the jaw. Otherwise, her face remained careless and slack. She laughed. “You’ve seen too many movies!” “Have I?” She sighed...

Added 10 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 310 | 2 Comments

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