Story Time: A Good Marriage

As I move the pile of dirt into the hole I think about what it is to have a good marriage. I think about the dedication, devotion, and patience required to unconditionally love someone. It’s different for your kids, or your parents. That’s blood, and in a way, loving them is loving parts of yourself. […]

The Storm: First Read

Just finished reading my first ever story.  It took about 2 hours.  I apparently use the phrase “a bit” a bit too much.  Still it was a good read.  I’m probably supposed to be my own worst critic, but Stephen King was right.  When you read your own stuff.  Stuff you stayed true to and […]

Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul Part 11

I let her hand fall to the cold concrete stage.  I turned to look at Lucifer.  He was laughing.  The monster was laughing.  “Foolish.” He said.  I got up and was about to go to his side of the stage when I felt someone grab my arm.  I looked back at Braidy and she pleaded […]

Story Time: Mothers Les Paul 10

I played a few rifts just before we got into it.  The drummer was now a familiar companion in my head.  He did a few beats out to bring me back into the iconic opening of the song.  The enemy knew me.  He knew my style now, and how well I could play.  I wasn’t […]

Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 9

I waited for him to start.  Between us was a drummer.  He too looked unearthly, inhuman.  He clicked his sticks together 4 times and without warning Lucifer started.  “Caught Somewhere in Time” jammed into the amp.  The wicked guitar solo opening rang in perfect time.  The drummer keeping up without effort.  It was almost as […]

Story Time: Mothers Les Paul 8

I set Annabelle’s case on the chair next to Gabby.  She was looking pretty rough.  More than exhausted, she was sick.  Her skin was pale and even the ink on her body seemed to be fading as she sat there.  “Are you ok.”  She nodded.  “I have enough to make it.   Just.   Win.”  She said.  […]

Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 7

I put my shirt back on.  Braidy looked up at me and her eyes were filled with concern.  “Hey.”  I said.  “I’m not dead, its just a bruise.  I’ll be ok.”  She still looked concerned.  “Mike, I don’t think that’s a bruise.  I’ve never seen a bruise spread that fast.  I could see it.  Like […]

Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 6

The dual between the guitarists lasted a long time.  Both of them had plenty to offer the masses, and the masses had plenty of appetite for the music.  I was partial to Gabby’s sounds.  She had a very instinctual, natural vibe that resonated straight to me.  She stroked the strings just like my professor had.  […]

Story Time: Mothers Les Paul 5

Braidy and I got out of her car.  “You sure this is the place?”  She asked.  I looked at my phone and then at the address.  “Yeah looks like it.  There’s supposed to be a stairway, ah over there.”  I pointed.  The stairway looked like a hole in the ground with how steep it descended […]

Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 4

I glided my hand along the sunburst finish of Annabell’s body.  Smooth as glass and polished to a shine, it was still flawless.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  In my mind I didn’t know how it could be.  The truck hit me hard enough to throw us both.  I don’t know how I wasn’t […]

Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 3

I might as well not go to class for all the good it did.  Mathematical equations melded into vibrant colors of dragons, spiders, crosses, and stars of David.  I found patterns and designs in spreadsheets of numbers.  Her face dominated my thoughts, her insane way of vanishing into thin air consumed my imagination.  She derailed […]

Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 2

She wasn’t really the type of girl you thought of when the term “classic beauty” came to mind.  Her slender athletic arms were completely covered in color.  Designs snaked their way up and down her skin.  A Koi fish worked its way up her forearm, a dragon consumed itself on her shoulder.  She wore a […]

Story Time: Mother’s Les Paul 1

I guess you could say she was always there.  On some level you can always feel them.  Right outside the edge of your periphery.  Perhaps a shadow that didn’t really belong, or a reflection that catches you just out of place.  It always fades away when you look directly at them though.  That trace of […]

Raw Snippet

Thought I’d put a nice little snip of the current project here. If you have any feedback please feel free to share it. Bare in mind this snip is just really raw. When I write I do so without thought to going back to correct grammar or spelling unless its simply unbearable. Hope you enjoy. […]