A poem of sorts.
There was no sensation of motion; the coffin simply got smaller and smaller. This isn’t right, Henry thought. I’m supposed to be going into the light, not away from it…
[…] BUFF crews had been reporting encounters with Soviet interceptors. It had started with tailing at a distance, then escalated to being buzzed at close range…
June/July 2021 Writing Wrap-Up We’ve only just reached August, and already this summer is on fire! Figuratively and literally–since my wife and I have returned to Idaho,… Read more “Slow Burn”
Anthony‘s head nodded gently as he cruised down the street. The slow, soft notes of the piano drifted gently through the air. Before long, the tempo would take off and the pace would become frenetic, but this was the beginning, a time to relax and settle in for the ride to come.
“He arrived at the multicolored tangle of boys and girls just in time to watch the ball go flying out toward the red goal. Panting hard, he stopped to watch the others go after it again. This was not a new experience for Jace; he was almost always last to the ball, and on the rare occasion when he did get near it, his first instinct was to simply kick it as hard as he could.”
I still remember the cloying scent of pine the resistance against the draw knives as we peeled the flesh from the logs pitch, like tar tree’s blood… Read more “Strangers Live in My House”
In which a certain familiar Millennial is faced with one of the unpleasant realities of getting older
How do you pull off a murder in a public place? Xander’s got the answer.
The reality of snap judgments, and why it matters We’ve all heard the phrase. In fact, I’m not even going to type it out, because I know… Read more “What Your Cover Says About Your Book”