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...
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
Fiction. Two things: First, I wrote this for Wendig's Flash Fiction challenge, but I failed miserably at the word count, so I decided to wait and publish it in it's ~2200 word form. Second, The title and the opening are allusions to Poe's "The Cask of Amontillado" because it's a revenge story. Beyond that there … Continue reading The Voucher of Benessere
Flash Fiction! The black Jag pulled up to the curb and the Hyundai followed. The sun shone and made a brilliant glare of both vehicles. Charlie Finkeberger got out of her Jag and quickly walked around to help the young couple out of the Hyundai. The man mowing the lawn next door looked at … Continue reading Helen
Fiction “He won’t do it. He’s yella’.” “Sure he will, just you watch.” “Na. He’s just like his ol’ man. Yella’ through n’ through.” Jack and Albert continued the debate over Tommy’s character past the edge of town and beyond the tree line that marked the beginning of the Rocky Mountain foothills to the southwest. … Continue reading Courage
Fiction.Randall drank of his coffee and folded the newspaper to the next page. Chiefs won, he thought. He missed the game last night on account of the fight. News anchors blabbed on in the background, but he was ignoring it until they said something about construction on the Maple St. bridge. Great, traffic’s gonna be … Continue reading The Hero