As I sit here being a stereotypical writer in my local Starbucks while I enjoy my free birthday drink as I agonize over every word, my mind wanders over the last year.
“Alright, Old Man. Where’s our truck?” “Truck? Oh. You mean that death mobile you used to shoot up a buncha’ my folk? Ain’t seen her.” Butch stepped forward, pulling his pistol and cocking it. “I’m not
The Mongers, Part 5 The broken chain lay on the pitted asphalt next to the open gate. The shiny ends of fresh steel where the chain had been cut stood in stark contrast with the patina of rust that covered
The Mongers, Part 4 The rest of the day went well. Butch was actually surprised at some of the things people would bring him to trade. Things that had been extremely valuable in the old world, but were
The Mongers, Part 3 By the time the rest of them had showered and showed up at the courtyard, Nutcase had already begun setting up shop. He’d already set up the tables and had begun laying out merchandise.
The Mongers, Part 2 “You do, huh?” Butch said “I think so.” She said. A mischievous look in her eyes. “Want to let me in on it?” “I could, but I think letting you figure it out on your own will be so much
Well crap. I may have just accidentally started yet another book. I had intended the following story to be a Flash Fiction Friday, but as I wrote it last night, it turned into something else. I removed
The Mongers, Part 6 Their knobby tires crunched over the hardpan as they raced toward what they had taken at first to be small hills but were turning out to be mountains much farther away. As the bikes
Laser Gun Wedding He stood there at the altar, next to his bride to be. He couldn't stop himself from trembling. His mother had once told him that his wedding day would be one of the most nerve-wracking
It's your favorite time of the week again. And not just because it's almost the weekend. It's also Flash Fiction Friday. Your weekly snippet of fiction from yours truly. I hope you've been looking forward
The Mongers, Part 4 The rest of the day went well. Butch was actually surprised at some of the things people would bring him to trade. Things that had been extremely valuable in the old world, but were
Some Pictures From Today's Ride In The Black Hills
Since the weather is supposed to turn cold next week, I thought I'd take a ride up in the hills today. Ended up at Pactola Reservoir. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day.
Welcome to another Flash Fiction Friday. On a Saturday. Apologies. The time got away from me yesterday. So since we're already running late, let's get into it. Shall we? What I have for you today is actually
Fiction Friday: The Mongers, Part 4. Now On Patreon
Part 4 is now on my Patreon page. It's only a dollar for the whole month. Check it out here. Or wait a week, and I'll post it here. I could really use the support. Posted from my blog
Hey guys. It's back! Flash Fiction Friday is here again. I've been a little stressed out the last couple of weeks, but I'm finally getting back in the flow. I'm posting it a little later in the day than
Happy Flash Fiction Friday, everyone. This week's offering is a little weird. I'm not sure how I feel about it. Part of me thinks it's silly. Another part of me feels like it should be expanded into a
Just finished setting up my patreon page. From now on, my Fiction Friday posts will go up on there a week before I post them here. It's only a dollar a month and I could really use your support. Please
