Sunday Photo Fiction: No One Seems to Mind

The pup was the only building in the forest. Hunters stopped to and from the hunt. They stayed to play cards, listen to the music, hear tall tales, and drink the finest beer… Continue reading →

Sunday Photo Fiction: Last Boat and Then Some

Sunday, mid-morning, and a boat filled with happy, but reluctant passengers motored out unto the ocean heading for the mainland. “Last boat to leave,” Sasha said with a tired sign. “End of tourist… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: The Plug of Life

“I am ZXEARTUS. Come to stand at the Plug of Life, annihilate scum called life, and start over.” “NO! I’ve come to stand at the Plug of Life to start over with a… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Traveling

“Come one, come on.” She impatiently pulled me through the terminal until we reached the gate, then she released me and ran to the widow to stare wide-eyed at the planes. She reminded… Continue reading →

One Park at a Time: Rice Creek

It was a dreary day for a bike ride. I went anyway. The sun was trying to burn its way through, but the clouds were not letting him. This was the kind of… Continue reading →

An Old Post

An old post has resurfaced. I’d forgotten about it until I notice that a few people have resonantly read it, so I checked it out. It’s The Gods of Tauger, the first draft… Continue reading →

Destiny: Timeline

I was telling a girlfriend about my upcoming novella series, which covers over 4,000 years of history about the gods and mortals of Aghular. She asked if I had a timeline. I said… Continue reading →

No Right Way to Write a Novel

There’s no right way to write a novel. Each person’s working style and imagination is different. Nora Roberts works the same as any other job, eight hours a day. Steven King works on… Continue reading →

The Gods of Tauger

The Gods of Tauger There was nothing. Only darkness. Naw was alone and he was lonely. From out of his heart he pulled T’Dra. She danced and laughed with the joy of life.… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: The Sniff

“What are these?” Bobby asked. “A collection of bottles,” his aunt said. “What’s in them?” he asked. “Nothing you would be interested in,” she said. But when his aunt wasn’t looking, Bobby opened… Continue reading →