Five Days Late, But Here's The Conclusion to "A Tale of Two Psychos" I know, I know. I didn't write any posts last week. I'm working on most of them today. I had a really tough week with work, so I'm sorry if you've had to wait a few extra days to find out what … Continue reading Writer’s Wednesday: Random Fiction—Part 2
I had an idea for a story this morning, and I'm just gonna run with it. What you're about to read started as a first draft, edited and revised while writing. I've since gone through and cleaned up a couple of things. Otherwise, it remains as it was when it was first published. Now I'm … Continue reading Writers’ Wednesday: Random Fiction
In August 2019, I Recorded an Album in One of America's Most Legendary Recording Studios. Then, in December, I Set Off to Tour the West with Cracker and Camper Van Beethoven. Here's How It Went... It's been a whirlwind year for me musically. In the spring of 2019, we (Buffalo Jones, the band in which … Continue reading Tuesday Tune-Up: That Rock-Star Life, Though…
In which our hero casts a powerful new spell and gets himself embroiled further in the mystery surrounding the sudden return of magic.
In which I post two stories, one by me, and one by Brad Skiff, in response to last week's Flash Fiction prompt.
In which I feature my first attempt at Star Wars Fan Fiction, and I re-post my buddy Brad's story in response to last week's Flash Fiction challenge...
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
In which our hero stumbles into a case that provides far more questions than answers...
“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
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