Categories
Life

Underground Book Dealers

“Do you have the stuff?”
“Yeah, you got the cash?”
“Wait! The cops are coming, hide it!”

I know, I know… but as cliche as the above conversation may be, it was the kind of intro I was looking for, so I ran with it.

Recently, I published a short story ‘The Last Bookstore’ (link at the end of the post) which explored the idea of the LAST EVER Bookstore in existence. But how did that happen, and why? (I guess you’ll have to read it to find out)

Even though I was limited by 500 words for the original story with #furiousfiction guidelines, my mind didn’t stop thinking about the possibilities of a world with no more printed books.

The next idea I stumbled onto, was when I realised the list of things which are illegal or hard to get hold of (like weapons, drugs, Bibles – depending where in the world you live) and I thought of something…

The world has undesirable sellers, a seedy underbelly, a black market, (again with the cliches, but who cares). Right now, there isn’t too much outrage about ebooks slowly taking over (like the machines will do one day – just you wait). Eventually though, our technology is turning towards paperless society – what with all the concern about the trees, and the convenience of technology which is slowly chipping away at our privacy rights (but that’s a rant for another day).

So, assuming there was no more printed books, and it was decided by the powers that be (you know, those influential businessmen who basically decide everything about commerce / the economy, and the world we know it – a little on the conspiracy side, but stay with me) that paper books were now illegal – what would happen?

Do you think that an outcry for books printed on paper will be loud enough to start an underground movement? It worked for alcohol in the prohibition days didn’t it?
I can just picture it now….

— She lifted her skirt above her ankles and ducked down the small set of steps, leading to the Internet Cafe. Eyeing each customer, Julia gave a slight nod to the large, muscular man who stood beside the door labelled ‘Employees Only’.
As he opened the door, Julia slipped a ten dollar note into the breast pocket of his shirt and slipped behind him, disappearing into the large, oak passageway. The customers were light tonight, but business was still booming.
“How much is it for the Sherlock Holmes first edition?” A customer in front of her asked a salesman. Books were a booming trade right now. No matter what the government or business types decided, there was always going to be a desire for that feeling of real paper flipping through your fingers, as you explored the world of spies, romance, mysteries and fantasy.—

Ok, so the example above is a little on the dramatic side, but who would have thought a Speakeasy would have operated with much the same cloak and dagger before neighbourhood pubs and bars opened on every corner?

Do you think that if printed books were extinct, there would be an underground marketplace? Would YOU miss the feel of freshly printed paper through your hands? Personally, I prefer reading with a physical book in my hand – but is it worth being arrested?

Just something to think about…

If you want to read about The Last Bookstore (and what happens to it) from my Furious Fiction Flashback, follow the link below:

https://atomic-temporary-148610121.wpcomstaging.com/2019/11/29/the-last-bookstore-furious-fiction/


See You in the Adventures!
Christy Grace

Categories
Hannah Carmichael Chronicles

TOP SECRET Mission Report – Redacted for National Security

I have located a TOP SECRET Mission Report. It has been heavily redacted due to the National Security information contained inside – BUT I have exclusive access to the original document! If you want to see it in full, with no redactions, and to see what happened on this Mission to stop CGT, then head to the ChristyGraceScarletPen site (link through ‘learn more’ button) and select ‘Rescue Mission (HCC 62).


See You in the Adventures!
Christy Grace

Categories
Fiction Hannah Carmichael Chronicles

Rescue Mission | Hannah Carmichael Chronicles (SIXTY-TWO)

Your Briefing:
Hannah Carmichael, Super Spy, is trying to take down the corrupt Spy Agency – CGT – and stop their World War attack – CATACLYSM.
She was surrounded by CGT agents and drugged, where she woke up in a snow hospital, only to realise she has no memory. Two others are with her, both without their own memory – Stephanie Winchester and Evelyn Carmichael.
When she broke free, she saw someone she thought she recognised coming to the doors, and followed her instincts, letting them inside.
Will they be able to escape? What about CATACLYSM? Can they stop it if she can’t even remember who she is?

 

SIXTY-TWO

HCC 62

Authors Note:
Thanks so much for checking out the latest Hannah Carmichael instalment!
The next one will be coming VERY SOON, so keep an eye out to see if Hannah and Zeke can protect the Peace Talks and stop CATACLYSM!
See you in the Adventures – Christy Grace

Categories
Fiction

Face in The Crowd (Furious Fiction)

FURIOUS FICTION

This month – Take Place in Supermarket, Have a two word first sentence, have Something breaking – Enjoy!

FACE IN THE CROWD

I froze.
My covert camera was falling and the subject of my investigation was staring at me. I gave him a brief smile then turned, picking up a packet of bread rolls and placing them into my decoy shopping basket. The subject gave a small nod of recognition then returned to selecting his waffles.

I quickly adjusted the camera which was disguised as a pen in my pocket, then casually moved further down the aisle.
As the subject continued browsing, I watched carefully for signs that his back injury was exaggerated. When he bent down to the lowest shelf with ease, I smiled.
Gotcha.

That was the most exciting part of this job. When I signed up for being an investigator, I was sure it would be solving crimes with the police and catching out cheating spouses. Unfortunately, the most exciting part of surveillance work was catching someone exaggerating on an insurance claim.

When the subject moved into another aisle, I calmly followed at a discreet distance.
As I turned the corner, I felt my heart beating faster.
It was her.

I looked left and right, then tried to plan my escape. Where could I go? I needed to get footage of the subject, but if She saw me, my cover would be blown.
Slowly I backed up and hid half of my body at the edge of the aisle. I pulled the covert camera from its place in my pocket and angled it better.
Why was she here? How did she know my subject?

I poked my head in and out and watched as they talked. My heart beat faster and faster as I watched her touch his arm and play with her hair.
I was about to go back to my car and wait for the subject there, when I saw it.
She moved in closer and he didn’t stop her. Their lips collided and I felt my jaw drop without permission. I stared, unable to look away.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind me, made me almost drop my shopping basket and I turned. A tall man with a staff shirt on was standing with his arms crossed and his foot tapping. I tried to smile then looked back at them, still kissing.
“That was my…” my voice trailed off and the guy gave me a sympathetic smile. He motioned towards the exit and I nodded.
“Thank you for choosing…” His voice faded away as I walked back to my car.
I would never tell her. She would never know that my heart was broken.
After all, I was just another anonymous face in the crowd.


Thanks for Reading this Furious Fiction by Christy Grace