I haven't been consistent with blogging over the past year, but I am quite proud that I've been consistent with my projects. At the end of February, a short story collection is due to my editor ("Tea & Pelicans, and Other Short Stories"). My brother and I love discovering new short story collections, therefore it … Continue reading Self-publishing 2020
I am now the proud owner of two collections of Victorian era short fiction (one is science fiction, the other is vampires---and, holy crap, today's vampire stories have nothing on the old-school horror of these tales!!). They are titled "Dracula's Guest" and "Frankenstein's Dreams," both assembled by Mr. Michael Sims. Mr. Sims introduces each short … Continue reading Victorian Vampires and SciFi
Flanked by two hardback wheeled suitcases at either ankle, Gaston waited on the curb, watching the families from the surrounding low income area enjoy the sunbathed park across the narrow street. Behind him loomed an aged apartment complex---a concrete eyesore---which had been his home for the past ten years while he worked, attended university, and … Continue reading First Day of Summer
Among a sparse but sprawling bed of wispy cirrus clouds, a pair of sky people attended a power box protruding from a bulbous grey tuft of water vapor. One wore a toolbelt and unfastened the box's door; the other stood behind him, scribbling on a clipboard. Both wore blazing white uniforms of pressed collared shirts … Continue reading The Other Side of the Clouds
Ova Scott monitored all persons coming and going through the west atrium. The International Public Health Crisis Summit convened a week ago at the famous palatial conference center due north of Jabedelle's capitol city. Two days remained. In Scott's capacity as a member of the security detail for the crowned prince of Glenvai, he was … Continue reading The King’s Emissary
A sliver of natural luminescence slipped between handsewn curtains and glinted off the pearl black coat of a cat. The undersized feline hopped up from the window sill onto a ponderous oak desk, the most prominent feature of the quaint bedroom. The animal stalked past a Vive la France! mug bristling with writing implements; a … Continue reading Inky Paws
Sitting cross-legged on firm went sand, 11-year-old Makayla balanced on her knee an open notebook, thick and repeatedly rebound with leather thongs, and gently scribbled on a fresh page with an extremely short, dirt-stained pencil. She wrote: I didn't write the last six days but I had a good reason. A huge storm hit the … Continue reading Log on the Beach
Riding a rusty hand-me-down bicycle, Danny Holt coasted leisurely home from Rosewood Elementary along a wide path of uneven asphalt with his friends Ashton and Eddy. Scantly watching the road, he fixed his attention on the telephone lines drooping above a long stretch of crooked, weathered fences to his right as he pedaled lightly. A … Continue reading Wolfish Karma
Some of you might recall the wild short story you helped me write: "Nana Ana's Secret Hideout." In the making of it, I asked you for suggestions similar to those commonly requested by improv comedians during live performances (e.g. animals, locations, favorite bumper sticker quotes) and you offered incredible answers (again, thank you!). I took … Continue reading Further Adventures of Nana Ana
Today I'll tell a personal story (I get much writing inspiration from my relationships with family so it's important to me to remember and/or record favorite things). This story came up in a conversation earlier this week and it made me chuckle. Storytime! One December about 5 years ago, we grown kids set about … Continue reading Sneaky Santa
Duri Rolvsson 