Fictional Work
“What the hell is that?” E yelled to nobody in particular. “What the hell is that?” she repeated and threw an empty coffee mug against the living room wall. The ceramic pieces exploded on impact and danced through the annoying light of the LED lit room. E loved that mug and would realize that fact in a moment, whereupon another,…
1 “I totally have that company in the palm of my hands,” Randy Solomon bragged to his match dot com date while slamming his third scotch of the evening. Appetizers hadn’t even been delivered yet. “I’m up for a promotion right now. Top rung of the ladder type promotion. Career maker promotion. Pretty soon I’ll be richer than my dreams…
Chapter One November 22, 1963 Dallas, Texas The weather is really something special today, Sarah Jones thought as she strolled through downtown Dallas. She breathed in the wonderfully fresh air and squeezed her husband Bruce’s hand. Bruce leaned over and kissed his wife on the head with a smile and led them across the street. Fifteen years of marriage and…
I have a vision of a story that has been floating in my head for a long time. Elvis, aliens, 70s rock and roll, and David Bowie and Blondie leading an interstellar rescue mission.
Martin sat on the park bench and closed his eyes. He listened to the rustling leaves in the trees and the ones already fallen to the ground, dancing across the grass. He tried to focus on the sounds of the children playing and not the high pitch whine coming from the streets behind him. So many familiar sounds. So many…
“What the hell is that?” E yelled to nobody in particular. “What the hell is that?” she repeated and threw an empty coffee mug against the living room wall. The ceramic pieces exploded on impact and danced through the annoying light of the LED lit room. E loved that mug and would realize that fact in a moment, whereupon another,…
Father, are you ok?” the little boy asked as they stood at the top of a great hill overlooking the town far below. The father looked down at his son and forced a smile. “Of course I am, son,” he lied. “You don’t look ok,” his daughter blurted out as she spun cartwheels in the cool grass. “Really?” the father…