Here is a short story I wrote for school: The raccoon ran down a back alley, pursuing the opossum ahead of him. It swerved and darted down another alley branching to the side. By the time the raccoon reached the alley, the opossum was gone, leaving no trace but the...
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy The shiny black propeller whirled like the misty dust devils out in the desert. Grey watched it spin and felt the vibrations travel up his arm. His knuckles whitened as they gripped the airplane's round body. “Don't drop that, I won't...
Hector’s rattletrap Land Cruiser struggled to make it the hour and a half drive to the massive mansion hidden deep in the jungle. As it jolted through the ten-foot high gates and past a guardhouse fully stocked with weapons and intimidating men, Hector couldn’t help...
Two weeks had passed without incident. On the baking afternoon of July 6th, Hector stooped over a frothing brew that smelled of moderately illegal substances. Pale light cascaded over the blank stone floor and walls. He enjoyed the feeling of cool air cascading over...
Here is part of a short story I began to write: The crowd of men laughed and jostled each other to get to the front of the group. The creature lay on it’s side, blood seeping from a deep wound in its chest. It’s eyes were empty and lifeless. The fungi and plants that...
This is the official online version of this book. You can purchase this book here in hardcover or paperback. The 1880’s and the 1980’s collide in a series of reluctant adventures; a riveting tale of introversion, retroversion, and excursion. You’ll enjoy this story of...
The two shadow-shrouded men stared at each other across the heavy oaken table. The bare lightbulb hanging above swung slightly, as if trying to touch the farther reaches of the dark room with its feeble light. Both men sat statue-like, their tense silence condemning...