Gopple Added to the Short Story Section
I wanted to bring this to everyone as soon as possible. My editor, she is a great and wonderful person, has a given me her critiques. Once I got the email, I edited the piece in my car and posted it on the website. My battery is dying from this impromptu editing session, but it is ready for the public. To those that helped with comments, I appreciate your friendship and honesty more than anything (in that order). Thank you for being there and helping me as I grow and develop. Now, enough of the sappy stuff. Enjoy the newest piece!
Gopple | Fiction | 3864 | September 22, 2013
Read MoreHope | Fiction | 3723 | August 23, 2013
Good news everybody, I have found an editor that is a wonderful fit for me as a writer. Her credentials are phenomenal (university level professor and a Master’s from a top institution), she doesn’t pull her punches, and is willing to deal with my insatiable desire for personal growth. This is the first piece that has included her teachings from the very beginning. The Bohr’s Protocol was the first piece that she edited. However, that piece had already been added to the short story section and sent to magazines for publishing.
However, I bring: Hope. This is a piece that is different than my recent writing. As my editor stated, “If I read Hope and The Bohr’s Protocol, I wouldn’t have figured it was the same author.” Nonetheless, it is the same writer.
Hope | Fiction | 3723 | August 23, 2013
First Paragraph, I suggest you read the whole piece or it wont make sense:
I will never forget the day my son asked for my permission to buy a gun. Henri Bergson’s Time and Freewill was spread across my fingers. My thumb and index finger were holding the page open to my favorite quote. As my eyes darted across the page, an interruption alerted me to his presence. I was reading my favorite quote and seeking answers: “What makes hope such an intense pleasure is the fact that the future, which we dispose of to our liking, appears to us at the same time under a multitude of forms, equally attractive and equally possible. Even if the most coveted of these be-comes realized, it will be necessary to give up the others, and we shall have lost a great deal. The idea of the future, pregnant with an infinity of possibilities is why we find more charm in hope than in possession, in dreams than in reality.”
Read MoreThe Bohr’s Protocol
One of my close friends wanted to read the short story before publication to provide notes, and I withheld the publication until now because of their willingness to assist me. There will eventually be a new version with minor edits after they have a chance to edit their draft. Until then enjoy, and I apologize for the wait!
Excerpt:
A yellow blinking light above a glass enclosure turned solid green as the pressurized air was released. It produced a short echo on the bridge of the Bohr transport craft. The chamber opened and revealed a naked man. As his eye lids twitched tiny fibers were wound around his exposed flesh by thousands of nozzles. The metallic spigots hissing as fabric flew out at incredible speeds. He reacted because of his training, and before any thoughts entered his mind, extended his arms. Soon they were covered in a green fabric interwoven with white tubes leading towards his heart. His voice box was rusty and could only release a light grown.
Read MoreClouds of Fire | Fiction
This is the first chapter from an old manuscript that I stopped working on because my writing was not capable of doing the book justice. I did a brief editing session and was able to get the short story to a place were it can appear on my website. The piece is short but enjoyable.
Clouds of Fire | 1128 | Fiction
Read MoreProverbial White Whale | Fiction
A prisoner recounts the fateful events that led to his unfortunate situation. He has been alone for a long time. However, he finally has been given the gift of a friend.
Proverbial White Whale | Fiction
Excerpt:
Two years, that’s how long I had been stuck in my prison cell without anyone. I was completely alone. But, today was a great day. A man appeared in the cell next to me. I couldn’t believe it, because I finally had a friend.
Read MoreThe Fantastic Mister Mittens | Fiction
A string of mysterious deaths plague an FBI agent. His job is to catch a serial killer who has eluded the best of the agency. Through the long nights his brain has begun to degrade. Yet, the death and carnage do little to dissuade his appetite to catch the killer.
As a side note: this was an adventure in stream of consciousness. It was enjoyable to write. You can be the judge if it is enjoyable to read.
The Fantastic Mister Mittens | Fiction
Excerpt:
I hate my job. This is the third high level murder in the last week. I need my damn coffee and an egg sandwich. Why the hell do all these murders have to happen in the middle of the night? This is not some simple murdering scheme. There are always patterns. Why can’t I find the pattern? There are thirty three high level executives dead. They always have to be hit in the middle of the night and it is always the same explosive.
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