Author and mathematician Greg Bennetthas has spent a year-and-a-half on a community writing site, squeezing in writing around his full time job. Follow this link to read his work at Protagonize (writing under the name Bill Hartzia).
Protagonize founder Nick Bouton praised his work: “Since joining, Greg has been profiled once and had 5 works featured, which is good enough for top-5 spots in both our most featured authors list and our overall listing of top rated authors. Maybe it has something to do with his mathematical leanings, but the quality and pacing of his narrative writing has always been exceptional. He’s also proven to be a great supporter of our community, and we’re delighted to be able to showcase his work to a broader audience.
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Here is an excerpt from Bennetthas’ thriller, “Wesson Street”
The smell of smoke: acrid, teasing tears from the corners of people’s eyes. Something a little plastic in there, a note of something man-made. It’s not even sun-up yet, and already something is burning. There’s no sirens, no shouts, not even hurrying footsteps. Whatever it is will be left to burn until it goes out or it can’t be ignored any more. And if it can’t be ignored any more… As far as he’s concerned, fire is suffocated by a halon system, or the ferocious — and fun! — application of a CO2 fire extinguisher. Wesson Street, well, that has its own ideas.
It’s early for most people, but it’s just later for him. Despite that the street is still busy. Not crazy busy, like it will be after nine, or psychotically busy like it will be when the souks officially open, but he’s still weaving in and out of the crowd, stepping on and off the greasy pavements (do they call them sidewalks here? Or is that just in the North?) dodging people who’re moving with intent in the eyes, or focus written in their faces. The street gets called feral, but it’s not the street’s fault, it’s the people on the street. He’s never seen the street empty, but he thinks that it might just be an ordinary, dirty street in a dirty city on a dirty planet. It takes people to turn things feral.