Drafted


Blog

I just thought I would let everyone know that there is a new feature to the website. I have implemented some code that allows for me to post different drafts of the same story and to keep them categorized together. I have posted all the revised versions of stories that I have. To view a […]

September 25, 2009

Intro to Parenting


Fiction

“That was ‘Take a Chance on Me’ by ABBA. We’ll be back with Tiger James and Mack in the Morning after these words from our sponsor. When was the last time you had the shingles on your roof replaced?” Richard reached over from the bed and slammed his hand down on the alarm clock. He […]

September 25, 2009

Columbian Carabo vs. Water Weasel


Fiction

Columbian Carabo starts a conflict At the zenith of flight Muscle taught against tendons Beneath, a beach on which, a weasel Greedily grabs for fish. The brown tawny owl swoops Down, daring the weasel to run. Struck aghast, is a weasel slaying on its way? Amber owl brings carnage from above, Talons ready to mangle […]

September 25, 2009

Norman Agate


Fiction

“If you will just sign here and the loan for your museum is yours,” said the Mr. Bankman who was the loan officer in charge of Norman. “How about that? Just need to write the eleven letters that make up Norman Agate?” Norman replied, wiping the mucus from his nose out of habit. “Now I […]

September 25, 2009

Interview with John Heaton


Fiction

The room they put me in is bare; four walls, two chairs and a single table. The walls are empty, uncovered cinder block. I’m seated in the chair facing the door so I see him as he enters. His face is chiseled, the skin pulled tight over his bones. His hair has gone uncut since […]

September 25, 2009

Meal Time


Fiction

A food court filled with freshmen, Racks of stainless steel pots and pans clang while piled high, Taller than a cold iron mountain. Mystery abounds: the lines grow and shrink at random. Are the cookies cooked today? Grabbing a warm, wet tray, I begin my journey. I glance at the sandwich bar full of white […]

September 25, 2009

No Good Rotten Liver


Fiction

My father was the first person to hand me and my brother a beer. We were only fourteen and fifteen when he did. He said to us, “Boys, I know you’re going to drink sometime. I ‘spose its better that I’m here to watch you so you don’t do nothing stupid.” On my 21st birthday […]

September 25, 2009

Character Sketch – Writer


Fiction

He wore a watch. He always needed to know the time, even though he never had any particular place to be. If he for some reason had some place to go, he’s positive that he wouldn’t be late. Today, a glance at his watch made the fedora that rested lightly upon his head move from […]

September 25, 2009

3rd Person Limited Narrative – Chair Shopping


Fiction

She had wanted a new chair for some time. The chair that they had needed to be replaced; it was worn through in places and there were stains that would never come out. Plus, the old one didn’t fit with the new decor in the room and there wasn’t another other place in the house […]

September 25, 2009