Patrick Masters : Writing

8-Ball

8-Ball

A Story by Patrick Masters


Chapter 1 Hello there I’m Terry and I want to talk to you about a topic near and dear to my heart. I want to talk to you about my savior. This i..
A Night at the Bar

A Night at the Bar

A Story by Patrick Masters


“Ugghhhh,” I groaned loudly at the sight of another missed shot. My billiards night, which had started swell when I sank three straight b..
Chapter 1: Evil Appears

Chapter 1: Evil Appears

A Chapter by Patrick Masters


The night was dark as pitch, the world occasionally laid bare by the flashes of light that filled the sky as water peppered the roof of the old buildi..
Chapter 2: Storm Clouds Gather

Chapter 2: Storm Clouds Gather

A Chapter by Patrick Masters


A reunion with an old associate
Chapter 3: Departure

Chapter 3: Departure

A Chapter by Patrick Masters


Automatic doors slide to the side as we enter into the airport. I turned my neck in a circle, cracking it as I hauled my bags behind me. Abigail tagg..
Chapter 4: Arrival

Chapter 4: Arrival

A Chapter by Patrick Masters


Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh. Floor after floor went by as the elevator carried us underground. We were taken deep below the surface. Finally, at level one hu..
Chapter 5: New Toys

Chapter 5: New Toys

A Chapter by Patrick Masters


Alice and I entered the conference room where the rest of our task force had been gathered. While the group had paid no heed to us on the plane and li..
Chapter 6: Training Day

Chapter 6: Training Day

A Chapter by Patrick Masters


“The first one I’m gonna have you see is Sophia.” Alice said as she lead me into the viewing room which was about ten meters up from..
Chapter 7: Old Guard vs New Guard

Chapter 7: Old Guard vs New Guard

A Chapter by Patrick Masters


We took positions parallel to each other. Between us lay ten meters of concrete ground. Aside from that the room was empty. There were no crates, barr..
Chapter 8: New Realities

Chapter 8: New Realities

A Chapter by Patrick Masters


My eyes opened as I began to stir from my sleep. The world was spinning, and my thoughts incoherent, but bit by bit they fell into place. Looking left..

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