Mere Worth

The pink nail polish on the dollar bill brought a few questions to Stutshi’s mind. ‘What kind of girl could he ever get? Half a fossil… He was a good tipper.’ She scrunched up the dollar and the nail polish cracked in several places revealing the purple paper underneath. ‘Cheap stuff. I wear better nail … Continue reading Mere Worth →

As We Go Up, We Go Down

“I never liked this man.” “I know mom. You’ve said so many times.” “But look at his face. He’s the mouth of a fish on dry land.” My mother was complaining about Tucker Carson on the blinking TV in her hospital room. As she’d relayed, she didn’t like his “tactic” of hanging his mouth open … Continue reading As We Go Up, We Go Down →

Ode to Old Technology

On a curveball spur of energy, I decided to take out an old piece of kit. That was the start of an hour of grief and consternation from what was meant to be a few minutes of quiet enjoyment. Near a decade ago I was gifted a portable digital audio converter (DAC) from an audiophile … Continue reading Ode to Old Technology →

Setting Up the Bar

I want to run through an exercise for something I’m not particularly versed in. Though that statement gives me an easy out, as I often sit on the writer scale’s far discovery end I don’t put much thought to new environments when I’m building on the preexisting characters. Locations and places have always been barebones … Continue reading Setting Up the Bar →

What Lies Under that Mountain?

The pale morning sun brushed Gregory’s cheek as he pulled his blanket over his plump face. After a minute’s battle with the brightness he shielded his eyes as best he could and looked out over a full panorama of Tipharia. His home was lost between the many roofs, trees, and swathed pastel blur under the … Continue reading What Lies Under that Mountain? →

Scene Breakdown

Learn from my mistakes.

Fruitless Venture

In the halogen lit shopfront, Itkenze lingered on the many rows of guns displayed behind the iron bars and plexiglass. He’d seen many of the handguns before, pulled in front of him on the streets in his days as a garbageman. Never had one been pointed at him, a fact for which he’d been thankful. … Continue reading Fruitless Venture →

The Dividing Ceremony

Excerpt from incomplete story.

Rise and Shine

The sun struck Ashley’s eyes despite the pok-a-dot blanket she pulled over her head. She’d become accustom to it since sleeping in her twin bed pressed against the west wall of her bedroom. Her reason to get up early as an alarm clock for all those yet to wake, the light crawled along the small … Continue reading Rise and Shine →

Cabin Fever Blues

And yes this is normally a writing blog. But there’s little normalcy to enjoy in these times. Hunker down. Adapt. Most of all, live. It feels an anachronism to experience a massive outbreak of disease; like a story your grandparents would tell about their parents and grandparents was suddenly projected onto a big screen, full … Continue reading Cabin Fever Blues →