It’s funny how circumstance dictates fashion, and fashion influences civilization. Human society went through a major change in just four short years. Four short yet terrible years.
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A Boy and His Frog
Feeling schmaltzy tonight, so look out. Gonna post a little personal fiction, some free-writing I did after waking up from a deep self-conference. I do so love good conversation! I will post two (count ’em, TWO) schmaltzy stories tonight, and YOU, you hapless reader you, must decide which one you like better. Or maybe you’llContinue reading “A Boy and His Frog”
Two Gentlemen
Feeling schmaltzy tonight, so look out. Gonna post a little personal fiction, some free-writing I did after waking up from a deep self-conference. I do so love good conversation! I will post two (count ’em, TWO) schmaltzy stories tonight, and YOU, you hapless reader you, must decide which one you like better. Or maybe you’llContinue reading “Two Gentlemen”
Cows
Another, shorter excerpt from the opus of my life. In this one, some cows play witness to strange activity.
Excerpt: Die Glocke und Heinz Ketchup
Killing time with another excerpt from The Spaces Between. This one recounts the famous UFO crash in Kecksburg, Pennsylvania.
The Spaces Between: Another Excerpt
Another excerpt from The Spaces Between, an opus like no other… because I haven’t written any others. Don’t think of it as a literary work, think of it more as a hobby of mine that I am inflicting upon you. When we last left Ted, he was at the infamous Nellis Air Force Base, AKAContinue reading “The Spaces Between: Another Excerpt”
JIBBERISH: My Journey Thru The Everglades With Willem Dafoe (part 2)
There we were, Mr. Willem Dafoe and I, resting up from our recent trials in the Florida Everglades in the back bed of a dark stranger’s El Camino pick-up car. Little did we know that the man behind the wheel was not just any man, but the infamously unbalanced Florida Man.
Excerpt from ‘The Spaces Between’ (author unknown)
“You ever been to Montana?” Stan was asking Aaron. Aaron was falling asleep in the window seat of the airplane that Stan had booked for them not twelve hours ago. From the moment that he had agreed to go on this little sojourn into the upper Midwest, Aaron’s head had been spinning.