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
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*knock knock knock* Brett looked up from the cup of coffee cradled in his hands. He’d been staring into space, his mind a blank. For how long… Read more “Lost and Found”
Aunt Madge’s infamous fruitcake. It had become a running joke that this was the only real Christmas tradition they had. Every year it made an appearance at the family get-together, and every year her parents made a big deal about having to choke down a piece of it.
A sarcastic amalgamation of every writing advice article ever Hey, do you want to write for a living? Good fucking luck! Your blog is bad and you… Read more “4 Steps to Becoming the Best Writer on the Planet”
Cannot Predict Now is a featured story in Finding My Voice and includes original artwork by Jarred Graham. Spencer’s eyes shot open as the opening riff of… Read more “Cannot Predict Now”