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Rick Taubold   Rick Taubold was born in St. Louis, Missouri before the Gateway Arch was built. His college degrees are in chemistry, biology, and nutritional biochemistry. He and his wife Rose live in Rochester, New York.
He's currently working on several new novels, particularly "The Mortal Vampires trilogy" with co-author Chris Hosey. Rick's most memorable writing career moment occurred at the 2005 Book Expo America when Henry Winkler asked for an autographed copy of his first novel. He also belongs to the Rochester Speculative Fiction group (www.R-Spec.org) whose goal is to promote ... speculative fiction.
He's way too serious for his own good. Check him out at www.ricktaubold.com .
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Written by Rick Taubold
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Thursday, 05 February 2009 |
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I remained standing. "Your Honor, I present myself as amicus curiae."
The judge arched an eyebrow, clearly impressed, "Jurors do not qualify for that role."
"Your Honor, at this point I am only a prospective juror. Therefore, I beg the Court's indulgence. I believe this trial is a totally unnecessary waste of our precious time. There's no doubt in my mind about the defendant's guilt. We're all guilty of something. You know it, I know it ..." I gestured grandly around his courtroom. "They all know it. And I'm proud to live in a country where the guilty have the opportunity for a jury of their peers to proclaim that guilt to the world." His mouth was agape; my brilliance had stunned this patriarch of justice. Not to mention my own surprise at having gotten this far. |
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Written by Rick Taubold
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Tuesday, 27 January 2009 |
NOTE: The only non-fiction parts of this are the fact of an actual jury summons on the date given, parts of the room description, and the disposition of case as far as I was concerned. The rest, including all participants and incidents herein are total fiction.
"Not even a regular envelope. A college grad joins your community, does his civic duty by registering to vote, and this is how you thank him?" I muttered as I read the computer-printed, official notice. Jury duty. Thursday, February 29, 1996, 9 A.M. at the Town Hall. This was perfect. The poor unsuspecting fools had no idea what was in store for them.
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Written by Rick Taubold
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Thursday, 20 November 2008 |
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 The vampire surveyed the street in a neighborhood where few white people were comfortable walking. The rain had stopped. Puddles steamed here and there on the streets and sidewalks.
He stopped in front of a store window. Water droplets on the glass caught the streetlights, like stars against an inky sky. He examined the unremarkable person reflected in the black mirror: the dark hair, military cut and goatee; prominent eyebrows with a tiny pointed arch at the center of each; intelligent eyes close together; broad shoulders under a leather coat; not particularly tall; crisp, dark attire belied a construction worker.
A figure appeared behind him. Long brown hair flowed over the man's ears and framed the face and Italian nose at its center; deep, gorgeous eyes with faint smile lines; a sleek well-cared-for body.
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Written by Rick Taubold
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Monday, 10 November 2008 |
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 Jay looks up at the sky. It's a good day. The gray, winter clouds are thinning, and it's not as cold as it has been. He kneels and sets his journal on the ground in front of him. "Beautiful Dreams and Warm Memories" he has written on the cover. It's full of stories he's gathered, some from his own memories. He's chosen his favorites. He pauses before he opens the cover, then flips to the first bookmarked page.
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