I’m not that guy. Never have been. Some people are doomsday preppers, storing food in jars in an underground bunker, hoarding ammunition, and living by the creed of ‘one shot, one kill.’ I couldn’t hit Texas with a nuclear weapon if I were standing in Texas using said nuclear weapon. I don’t live my life... Continue Reading →
Wolves…new writing, unedited…
I stood on the porch and watched them leave. At the top of the hill, they turned left and disappeared from view. Still, I waited for them to return, but they never did. After half an hour, I walked into my cabin, into the back room where Jade had hidden, and I opened the door.... Continue Reading →
Wolves…new writing, unedited…
Jade waited in the back room, and I jerked a thumb toward the door. “Hit the road, honey. I don’t need the trouble.” She put both hands up, as if to ward off blows she suspected were coming, and she shook her head no. “They will kill me.” “Lady, I will kill you. Get out... Continue Reading →
The Ragtag Ruffians and The Jester King…new writing, unedited…
Cyn was an eternal optimist and could find a silver lining regardless of how dark the clouds were. I wasn’t hopeful. Even back in the day, back when the America had transitioned from a Constitutional Republic into a power-hungry, ungrateful, Communist dictatorship, I hadn’t kept much stock in positivity. The Jester King made sure any... Continue Reading →
The beginning of Thrash…unedited, incomplete…
It was the absolute worst of times, a time of war, of sorrow and regret, of wounded and dying, and I stood amid it all. A lone man caught up in the razing of his countrymen, killing those who opposed their government, and ransacking the corpses of those who dared to think for themselves. To... Continue Reading →
A snippet from Rianna’s Chalice…unedited…
While we moved on toward our goal, Schimel was regaining the use of his scorched vocal cords. His speech had improved in clarity, for a few sentences, and his eyes had begun to form anew. Jasmine cleaned his remaining burns, and she smiled when she noticed the first few sprigs of hair that peppered his... Continue Reading →
An update on Rianna’s Chalice…unedited…
The fantasy novel is going well. I crossed 21,000 words this morning. Jayce Wellspring and his companions are on the road to high adventure. Literally. They find themselves in Bhal Dahrim. It's strange how this story has come together. I hope to share the completed draft with you all soon. Who knew drafting a futuristic... Continue Reading →
NaNoWriMo July Camp…Project: Rhianna’s Chalice…unedited…
Good afternoon. I am trying to prepare myself for NaNoWriMo’s July Camp. As usual, I am behind on my preparations. This time, I figure I will work on Rhianna’s Chalice, since I did not complete it last year. There is something strange about the story, and it hinders me from completing it. For a guy... Continue Reading →
Clown World: Book Two. The beginning of Chapter 2…unedited…
Chapter Two: Camp Charlie Isaac Smith and Jayson Rodriguez stood guard in Tower 6. The tower stood a lonely vigil on the southernmost point of the camp. Two hundred yards of open terrain ended with a sheer rockface of a cliff. Higher-ups had decided multiple towers would waste resources needed elsewhere for such a destitute... Continue Reading →
Clown World: Book Two…unedited…
Welcome to Clown World. The Lurkers are winning. Humanity has gone from being the sole inhabitants of Planet Earth, to a remnant of 174,000 souls left from complete annihilation. We, those who remain, face eternal sleep. To add to our many troubles, the Lurkers have poisoned the air, an issue we must rectify, if we... Continue Reading →
