I Love You, too (a piece of flash fiction) Sensitive hearing can be a good thing, but lots of times, having it is totally inconsequential. Did you hear that? Yeah, so what? Can’t you hear it? I think I hear something, but I’m not sure. Know what I mean? I was in the bedroom at […]
Happy Happy (a piece of flash fiction) Geez, that is soooo depressing. Can’t you write something with a happy ending? Of course, she didn’t say that; the context was apparent between the lines of the email she fired off after reading yet another tale of woe. Hmmmm…a happy ending? A happy story? Do I even […]
The Doppelganger (a piece of flash fiction) Sara cautiously made her way down the narrow hall to the bathroom. Another Wednesday, another hangover. The mirror, the same one that had (at least apparently) been there for decades, refused to cooperate this day. Voices, both real and imagined, emanated from the cured and processed sand. This […]
Father Time (a short story) The mound was wet; puddles of water surrounded the deep groove where the pitchers landed as they tossed the ball toward home plate. It sure seemed like the last of the rain had cleared out, at least that is what the local weatherman claimed. If the Iroquois Iroquoian management showed […]
THE MEETING (a piece of flash fiction) The tall, lean man stumbled into the room. It was too dark to see much of anything. His squinting pushed his eyebrows down into the frames of his coke bottle eyeglasses. An eyelash got caught in the frame. The pain was brief, yet unwelcome, as he tried to […]
The Mirror (a piece of flash fiction) I once heard that if you stare at a mirror long enough, your face will eventually disappear; it will fade into one that you had in a previous life. The same people who told me this also believe that the world is infested with demons of varying degrees […]
The WRB Project I am apparently managing a rock band that is currently getting airplay in Norway. I say apparently because I know next to nothing about the business side of the music industry. I do know that many musicians are in dire financial straights right now due to the pause in touring. It is […]
An Open Letter (she knows who she is) Hello, I don’t need you to write me back. I am conflicted about that. [You can’t believe the problems I had writing the next couple sentences. No matter what I tried, I could not get them right. I have decided to punt. I will simply eliminate those […]
Say Goodbye Here is the latest from The WRB Project. This song is getting airplay in Norway. Give it a listen, I think you will like it.
The Immigrants (a piece of flash fiction) Rosemary had no idea what she was doing. The thing is: How is someone supposed to know they might get burnt when they have no idea someone threw a lighter in the campfire? It was just a simple request, more of a suggestion really, made to her […]