Well, it's New Years Day now. That means my ebook and paperback versions of the stories I posted to Steemit in 2019 are available on Amazon. Of course, if you're reading this here you don't need to check

Image via pixabay.com I was disappointed to see Rachael at my door, but I hugged her and helped take her bags. Dinner supplies and one full of Duct Tape, bleach and plastic sheeting. We set everything

I've posted one story for each month on steemit with the intent to collect them into a book at the end. I only have one more story to post and have configured the book on kdp. You can find it on amazon

Image via pixabay.com We found her at the base of the waterfall under the spring runoff. She was draped in a blanket of red grass and wilted brown leaves beneath the rushing waters. I was ten, a little

Image via pixabay.com He sits on the curb and everything about him is brown: from his dirt-covered corduroys, to his leathery skin, to his mange-matted hair. It’s as if the summer has baked him like dead

Image via pixabay.com The Sun is not up yet, and I don’t know what the time is. You hold open the lid. Like a monkey, I’m over the side and into the dumpster with just a hop and a dive. Today is garbage

Image via pixabay.com The swells are getting larger now. I shout to Shawna again. “We need to go, now!” She doesn’t react to me, instead she keeps searching the bruised horizon. The tide has risen and

I've been sick a lot lately, and haven't been able to keep up on my posting one story a month schedule. So, to catch back up, I will be posting stories this week for each month I've missed.

Image via pixabay.com Lexi looked up at the house looming before her, its peeling paint a golden orange in the late afternoon sun. She’d spent hours on her hair and makeup, getting them just right but

Stepping into the street, Oscar put his hand over his brow to block out the noon sun. Immediately the silence struck him. Where were the sounds of the cars and the buses? Where were the sirens? Only the

Image from Pixabay.com When I was young, I always felt lucky when Ella had us for dinner. We had just moved into the neighborhood, and when she came to welcome us our new next-door neighbor invited us

Image from Pixabay.com Anthony shut his eyes again. It’s always so bright. He knew what he was getting into, but no one really anticipates everything that goes into being broadcast twenty-four, seven.

Art by @lacey.byington Three A.M. Valentina climbed up out of bed and looked around to make sure her phone alarm had not woke up the rest of her family. Usually nothing could wake them this early, but

Image from pixabay The mountain cracked with lightning and a thunder so loud car alarms were set off a hundred miles away. Closer to the fault line, buildings fell to the shockwave before the first trembles

My baby sister sent me this EcoSphere last week. I was just looking in, watching the shrimp dart back and forth when I decided to make a post. These are sealed systems, and everything they need to thrive

The tattoo is not done yet, but today my artist and I finished the front. This is 16 hours of active tattoo time. Previous session was 2 weeks ago and I had some kind of allergic reaction in between then

Typing out your drafts in a text editor allows you to insert whole lines where you need to add more detail. You can be notified of spelling errors and bad grammar on the fly and go back and fix it. It's

Art by Lacey Byington Software: Clip Studio Paint Hardware: Microsoft Surface Pro & Surface pen Lacey is my wife. She's not big into crypto and says she's not ready to create her own account on Steem

People often ask, "Who is your favorite writer?" or, "What writers have influenced you?" I don't feel this is useful question for someone who is trying to improve their writing. Why?

Art By Lacey Byington. I have to admit, this is not the future we thought we were building. We imagined a future where we were gods and would change the world. Fix all of humanity’s problems. We were half