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: 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: 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 […]

Type Racer

I’m not sure how many of you guys actually type with the traditional methods.   And by that I mean spreading your hands out on the keyboard like they were meant to be when originally designed.  I took typing in high school.  I think I got to like 23 wpm by the end of semester.  Back […]