Fiction. (Based on the Reedsy prompt, “Write a story about someone who works in a wax museum.”) The tin sign off the dusty strip of desert highway was faded and rusty. It hung from a large pole via a couple of metal rings and swung in the lethargic, arid breeze. “Moby’s House of Curiosities,” … Continue reading The Curious Life of Harold Cobbler
Hey Brandonians. (I just made that up.) It's nigh on November, and to the writing/werd-nerd community, that means NaNoWriMo. For those unfamiliar with the phenomenon, NaNoWriMo is a web amalgamation for National Novel Writing Month, which is actually both a thing and an organization dedicated to promoting writing. I'll let them tell you about it on … Continue reading My NaNoWriMo Pledge
In which our hero stumbles into a case that provides far more questions than answers...
Hey boys and girls, I've just finished the second installment of what was supposed to be a weekly story series. Of course, it's actually been two months since I published the first installment, so the first thing I need to address here is that these installments are just turning out to be far too long … Continue reading New Dingo Roy Story Drops Tomorrow!
Sorry. Been a busy July so far. I've been working on getting my stuff moved into a new place, looking for a full-time teaching gig, growing the freelance side-hustle, adjusting to living with a family after not doing that for over twenty years, and I also have to redesign this website AGAIN because WordPress baited … Continue reading Where’s my damned story… Again!?!
“Well, he’s definitely cheating on you,” Dingo said, throwing the pictures on the desk in front of her. “These good enough for ya?’ She stared at them a moment. There it was. Her husband, and a young woman who could pass for their daughter - if they had one. So much skin - it was … Continue reading The Ballad of Dingo Roy: Case 217 – Trent McEnroe
<rant> I just went in to fill my coffee. The fourth cup this morning, thank you very much. I sit down at the kitchen table, and I open the Spokesman-Review's regional section. Paul Turner's column is on the front page along the left margin. Now, I don't read "The Slice," Turner's column, on the reg, … Continue reading No, YOU Shut Up, Paul Turner!
So, I'm at a point in my life where I'm turning a page (forgive the metaphor). What I mean is, I've just finished a five-year career in a small town in central Washington as high school English teacher. The decision to resign my position and relocate back to my hometown - Spokane, WA - was … Continue reading Revisiting Core Values
Hey everyone! First, I'd like to thank you for subscribing to Brandonia! Unfortunately it's been a while since I've posted a story. That's because school just got out, and I've been working on moving. Yes, that's right. I'm no longer bound to life in the desert, but am instead migrating to back the capital of … Continue reading Where’s My Story??
Flash Fiction They sat across from one another at the diner. The younger man in a plain black pea coat with a black button-down shirt and black slacks. Hair: jet black. Skin: pale white. Though he looked to be in his forties, he had deeply sunken eyes, a pronounced jaw, and high cheekbones. The effect … Continue reading The Reaper’s Rope