May 2009

I’ve decided to finish something that I started.  This never happens, so I’m proud of myself.  About eight years ago, I came up with this really cool idea for a serialized story.  I wrote one episode, and stopped for some reason.   Well, I’m going to finish it now.  The first episode deals with a person that’s put in an impossible situation, but feels compelled to see his mission through.



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So I’m stuck somewhere in Southeast Georgia.  I have no money.   I have no friends.  I have no place to stay.  And I have no idea what I’m going to do next.  All I have is a .45 and twelve bullets.

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The Greyhound bus dropped me in off in a place called Kingsland.  Funny, doesn’t look like too much royalty around here.  I knew I was in trouble when I saw that the bus stop shared space with a hardware store, that was in the same building as a butcher’s shop.  Oh well.  A mission is a mission.  Or so I thought.  I wasn’t really sure how I was gonna handle it though.  I’d never killed anyone before.  And wasn’t all that anxious to get started.

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What makes you believe the Devil resides in Hell?  (more…)

Hello there.  My name is Diallo S. Tyson and I’d like to welcome you to a little section of my brain I like to call The Blackrock Collection.  Every week I’ll be posting a new short story.  My hope is that the quality of writing will progress every week, but you know how that goes.  Anyway, up first is a story based on a premise given to me by my girl.  It’s a tale of a frustrated woman that finds relief in an unlikely place.  Hope you enjoy.

toepler_machine2Out Of The Blue

By Diallo Tyson


                Turner Jefferson Colleton isn’t what one might call an early riser, on Sunday mornings.  More often than not, his head is buried underneath several pillows of questionable softness well past lunch time.  He’s not lazy.  He just needs his sleep.  He cherishes his sleep.  If he could make love to sleep, he would.  So one can imagine the chagrin that passed over his face, when loud noises from across the loft awoke him from his slumber at 6:30 in the morning.

                “What. The Fuck.  Jay?”  TJ said in disgust.


                “Yeah.  I wouldn’t say it’s a problem, but it could be getting there.”  Jasmine Williams says.

                “I thought you were cool with it?” TJ replied.

                “I am.  I was-I-it’s…complicated.”

                “That makes no sense.  Explain.”

                At this point in her life, Jasmine had not been in flagrante delicto with a man for sixth months.  This period of chastity coincides perfectly with her current relationship with Joe Spezo.  Mr. Spezo possesses an exceptional knowledge of the bible.  He was called “The Gospel Rain Man” in high school for his peculiar ability to perfectly recite a bible verse upon being given the Chapter and verse number.  Lest one thinks Joe to be a fundamentally religious stick in the mud, please understand that he loves to have fun.  He just doesn’t believe in the type of fun that comes from bumping uglies.

                “We don’t have sex.” (more…)