Fictional Derivations

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Three twisted pieces of metal gleamed on the rich mahogany of the dining room table, the largest about three inches in length and maybe an inch wide, pinched in the middle. The smallest was no longer and no thicker than Arcady’s index finger. He delicately picked up the pieces, turning them over [...]

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Arcady and Inspector Kincaide stared each other down, like two stray tomcats individually deciding yet not deciding whether now was the time to claw the enemy’s eyes out.
Zene wondered what the equivalent of a bucket of water would be.
“It’d help us both if you’d lay all your cards on the table,” said [...]

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Arcady looked back at the gate and scowled at the approaching figure. “My damn father,” he muttered, snapping his cellphone shut, “can’t seem to keep a promise. Which makes him perfect for running for office this year.”
Hestia reached the gate, out of breath, and stretched up towards a control panel behind [...]

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“I’m surprised the old man didn’t try harder to frame me for murder,” said Zene. They had managed to stop by a McDonald’s after all, and he was working his way through a quarter-pounder as the hybrid sat mired in traffic on the bridge.
“He would never do that,” said Arcady. [...]

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Zene woke up on the sofa, neck painfully stiff. He reached out for the bottle of ibuprofen on the coffee table, conveniently located to deal with the aftereffects of “the night before” every other morning. Dry-swallowing two pills, he got up and headed to the kitchen for water.
In the gray light of [...]

Ah, casting, thy name is delirious fun.
This is Sebastian Arcady: a young Jeremy Brett in a secondary role in My Fair Lady.
Jeremy Brett has also played Sherlock Holmes in the Granada series adaptations of the Canon stories. His neurotic, energetic interpretation of the character set the definition for Holmes ever since the 90’s.
It’s [...]

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“I didn’t fucking kill him.”
“No one said that you did, Mr. Zene,” said Chief Inspector Malady Kincaide. “We just find your situation a little suspicious.”
Zene sighed. He never should have accepted the money. They’d found Arcady’s advance on him, and the check was now a hostage in a little plastic bag in someone’s [...]

Merry Christmas!
This will be Spontaneous Derivation’s second podcast, consisting of only a reading of Arcady and Zene: A Decent Christmas. I still haven’t gotten that better microphone yet; sorry about that.
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“How did you find me?” asked Arcady, not turning around. He was gazing over misty Lake Washington, elbows resting on the stonework balcony railing.
Zene leaned on the railing next to him. “One, you wouldn’t go anywhere near your father, so I took the stairs on the opposite side of the room. [...]

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“So, how is Arcady doing?” asked Hestia.
They had retired to a corner table with a bottle of Crown Royal, the contents of which Zene was drinking with more cultured relish than the amateur wine-tasters hovering about.
He carefully considered his next words, which might make the difference between one Crown Royal or two.
“Chipper. [...]