The Case of the Tenacious Typist: Speculative Fiction Modern Parables

By S. H. Marpel and J. R. Kruze

The ship was storm-tossed, no one at the helm, its sails tattered and ragged.

Unless the couple got to the ship's wheel soon, they and the ship would be destroyed.

It seemed years before the couple could struggle against the rocking waves and gusting wind to reach the quarterdeck - to at last get control over that ship's wheel.

The two of them were able to finally wrestle the ship's rudder to start pointing the ship's travel with the waves instead of being rolled by them.

Side by side, they were being driven to an unknown future. On a storm-driven ship that could do nothing but run before that tremendous wind.

The storm-drenched man looked down at his partner, her own bodice full, straining against the tightness of the drenched fabric. The silk was hardly a match for the salt water spray which forced the fabric to disclose every detail as it clung...

"Cut. CUT. CUT!" The woman shouted over wind and water. Clear as a bell. A loud bell. Very loud.

The storm was suddenly still. The wind gone, the deck level. Like a movie sound stage.

A small boy named Marcus stopped tapping away at his clattering typewriter and looked up from a folding table that supported it on the main deck.

The pair at the ship's wheel stood with open mouths at the sight of the boy.

It was their own twelve-year old son who sat there, writing them into his story...

Excerpt:

A couple waited inside the small cabin. It's walls also had crammed-full book shelves, but only a single solid-wood pine table occupied the cabin's center, with six ladder-back chairs pushed in along its sides.

The man stood in clean work-dungarees, with a red pocket t-shirt stuffed into them. The woman wore a beige pin-striped suit with a simple white blouse below. Her blond hair was wrapped into a tight bun with two ivory stickpins through it.

A wide door, almost a duplicate of the one in the family's home, opened on its own and exposed its own misty interior to the room.

Its greenish glow tinted the furniture, walls, and the couple's faces.

A human trio stepped through. Two adults with a pre-teen child.

Micah lead them ahead so the door could clear.

Julie and he were smiling wide, while their son Marcus was wide-eyed, taking in the small cabin almost at a glance, absorbing all the details for later assimilation.

The couple came together on one side of the table while the door shut silently again on its own.

The two men shook hands, the women hugged. Marcus stood alone, his work-worn typewriter under one arm.

Julie did the introductions. "Marcus, this is John and Sal."

Sal was blond, dressed in a gold pinstriped business suit, her hair in a tight bun with two ivory pins through it. She smiled wide and came forward to hug the boy.

Once she was done, she stepped back and John came in to shake his hand. His grin was infectious, and the boy mirrored it as reflex. "I've heard you came to get some advice about your writing."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Midwest Journal Press
• Release date: Nov 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393820116

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The Case of The Tenacious Typist

S. H. Marpel and J. R. Kruze

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE CASE OF THE TENACIOUS TYPIST

First edition. November 8, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 S. H. Marpel and J. R. Kruze.

ISBN: 978-1393820116

Written by S. H. Marpel and J. R. Kruze.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

The Case of the Tenacious Typist (Speculative Fiction Modern Parables)

I

II

III

IV

V

VI

VII

VIII

Book Universes Notes

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Further Reading: Keyboard in the Sky

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Also By J. R. Kruze

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The ship was storm-tossed, no one at the helm, its sails tattered and ragged.

Unless the couple got to the ship's wheel, soon they and the ship would be destroyed.

It seemed to take years as the couple struggled against the rocking waves and gusting wind to reach the quarterdeck and grab the ship's wheel.

The two of them together were able to finally wrestle the ship's rudder to start pointing the ship's travel with the waves instead of being rolled by them.

Side by side, the the storm was driving them to an unknown future. On a storm-driven ship that could do nothing but run before that tremendous gale.

The storm-drenched wide-shouldered man looked down at his partner, her own bodice full and straining against the tightness of the drenched fabric. The silk was hardly a match for the salt water spray which forced the fabric to disclose every detail as it clung...

Then a loud Ding!sounded above the storm, followed by a ratcheting noise as a typewriter carriage returned for a new line.

The storm's fury was suddenly gone. The wind died, the deck leveled. Like a movie sound stage after the director called Cut!

A small boy stopped tapping away at his clattering typewriter atop a folding table on the main deck - and looked up from his work.

The pair at the ship's wheel stood with open mouths at the sight of the boy's face.

It was their own twelve-year old son who sat there, writing them into his story...

I

THE SHIP WAS TOSSED like an empty cask on the turbulent seas, sales furled against the extreme wind. No one at the helm, the deck tilted and rocked as the ship was driven broadside over the stormy sea and its steep-pitched waves.

It seemed years before the couple could struggle against the rocking waves and wind to reach the quarterdeck and at last get control over that ship's wheel.

The two of them were able to finally wrest the ship's rudder to start pointing with the waves instead of being rolled by them.

Side by side, they were being driven to an unknown future. On a storm-driven ship that could do nothing but run before that tremendous gale force.

As Captain Miguel St. Raoul de Lobo studied the rigging and timbers above them, looking for torn sails and shorn lines, his Lady Marion peered through the rain that was now coming at their back, looking for any immediate danger ahead. She also kept and eye on the