James walked up the pavers to his front porch, sorting the mail. There were three things that were pure junk, a couple of flyers and something about his “home warranty has expired.” The last piece was a bill that he[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Archive for Stories
A demon lurks behind my left eye…. …is a story I wrote a while back. But now this story is being moved to a new spot. I kind of hate taking what little content I have on this blog away,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Why do you gotta play this crap,” Detective Washington said to Officer Barras. “This same crap every time we’re in the car.” “Not my fault you don’t like Nugent, man. Or rock.” Washington rolled down the window an inch. It[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Gromm etched his way against the cavern wall, following the shallow breaths of his companions. Sometimes he would see the faint light from a torch several feet ahead of him, but it might turn down another passageway and he’d have[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“But it’s not fair!” Esther was sitting in her chair on the front porch, sipping some iced tea. “Uh-huh,” she called back in through the screen door at Little Byrd. “You’re just taking Amanda’s word for it!” A slow sip[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Gram, I don’t think you put on the right game!” Esther set down her scone and got up from her used-to-be-more-comfortable-than-it-is-now chair and walked into Little Byrd’s room. “Byrd, I told you. That Atari was your grandfather’s. I don’t know[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Byrd came in with her hands greasy and her hair pulled back in a messy pony-tail stuffed under her grandfather’s hat. “Grandma!” she called. Gram!” “What is it?” Esther called back from the kitchen where she’d been fixing them lunch.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“And what was your name, my lovely angel,” the huntsman asked. “Hmm… Gwendoline,” Hargatha lied. “Yes. Call me Gwendoline. But not Gwen, please.” He smiled broadly, assuringly. “No, of course not, dear, sweet Gwendoline. Why, I could call you nothing[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Four years of toil, tears, and typing, Peter was finally to the last page of his great American novel. “Whirrr-click-click-click,” spat his hard drive in defiance. With that cold, blue screen, Peter’s novel became, instead, his suicide note that no[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m still treacherously close to the start of this year’s NaNoWriMo, and I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to write yet. At all. Bupkis. The lack of an entry idea is bad, yes. But not knowing what I’m[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…