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:
29 Jan 2020 07:51
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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Forum Posts:
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Stories:
21
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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 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 546 | 2 Comments

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 469 | 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 522 | 1 Comment

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 602 | 3 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 564 | 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 505 | 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 596 | 2 Comments

Party at River Island

We followed railroad tracks by the forest, and the tracks followed the river. A white moon hung full and bright to our right, fluorescent on the water. To our left, dense black trees grew close to the tracks. Chalk-white stones glowed with the moon, piled loosely around heavy wooden ties. I grabbed one of the stones and gauged its weight, its feel. Then, with all I had, I flung it into...

Added 09 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 627 | 3 Comments

Recommended Read Chump City Nights

Since 1946, the same electric sign has hung out over the sidewalk in front of Dusty’s Pub. The sign features a cartoon French maid dusting the word “Dusty’s” with a feather duster. One warm summer evening in 1978, Dusty, the club’s namesake and creative genius behind the sign, clutched his chest, slid down a wall behind the bar, and expired. His widow sold Dusty’s before Dusty was cold and...

Added 07 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 638 | 2 Comments

Buried Treasure

He stood in a large hole, perhaps four feet deep and five or six in diameter. The digging was strenuous, the ground comprised of gravel and sand. With each thrust, the shovel stopped dead, sending a jolt through his arms, his shoulders, his back. Every few minutes, he dropped to his hands and knees to dig by hand. With his fingers, he unearthed heavy rocks, straining to wrestle them from the...

Added 20 Oct 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 801 | 5 Comments

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