Thanks to Nic S. for the great inspiration this week! Andrea fiddled for a moment with her keys and unlocked the door to room 1717. The room behind the door was anticlimactic. There were no murdered people inside, no large weapon caches, not even a simple bag full of money. It was only a deserted […]

Thanks to S. O. Eichler of Odell for giving me the idea for this weeks installment. Keep up the good work! “If you’re not a thief,” Andrea said, “then why do you want to get into this man’s room?” Quin tried to explain to the two hotel workers, using small words so they would understand. […]

Greetings, readers! Right now I am trying to expand themadhairman blog into some other territories. I have made a Facebook page for themadhairman. I hope to give you more regular updates on my writing process and the stories I am working on. I might even get around to sharing some pictures and videos! You can […]

“Is this even your room?” the man asked. Quin patted his pockets and handed the man a room key with serendipity. The man looked at the key. “This doesn’t say room 1717, it says room 171 and has a seven written on the end with a black crayon. This key isn’t even to our motel, […]

Quin walked over and leaned against his favorite pay phone, the one that had graffiti written on it reading: Beware the Leopard. From his leaning perch, he could see that the key to room 1717 was in its pigeonhole behind the clerk’s head. The Bristol was quite an old hotel, (You could tell by the […]