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: 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 […]

So whats next.

I’ve invited a few of you guys from my Facebook.  I was wondering what you thought of me going more public with that.  Any suggestions would be appreciated.   I was also going to bring this up on Twitter and Instagram.  More hits is a good thing right?   Right now it looks like I have about […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 10

She stalled for a moment when she looked at my hand.  I’d never felt such hatred before.  This woman thought she owned me.  Like a slave she viewed me as property.  She brought the blade down before I could strike.  Her reaction was swift.  I pushed her hand to the left and the blade struck […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 9

The endorphins had started to fade.  Leaving the burning sensation of cut flesh behind.  The cuts were deep in the skin.  I felt light headed, and tired.  My wrists were pulled back against the chair as I slumped into the padding.   My right hand slid further into the duct tape and I could feel the […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 8

The pain started on my right pectoral.  “Hmm.. ”  She said as she rubbed my chest.  The scar she’d left me from before was interesting to her.  “I suppose I can work with this.  Not every canvas is perfect.”  She winked at me and then brought the blade to my skin .  I have to […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 7

She walked lightly around the barcalounger.  I looked up at her as she did so.  Her face was beautiful, sensual, evil.  Her eyes gleamed with malevolent intent, and a tinge of crazy thrown in for good measure.  I should have been on guard.  I should have known from the beginning something was up.  “You, put […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 6

De La Rosa looked to home plate.  The batter was one of the Dodgers best, and didn’t look like he was messing around as he stepped into the box.   His cheek was nearly full of chew or seeds.  It was hard to tell which with the camera angle.  There was no one on base, and […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 5

I flexed my hand a bit while hot water ran down my arm.  Tiny rivers ran along the scar, down, and to the tips of my fingers before falling to the bottom of the shower.   Like a phantom memory, the pain of the blade impaling my arm pulsed.  Doctors said there was nerve damage and […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 4

I decided to stop by a little hole in the wall Pizza Parlor on the way home.  I came home with a box of master crafted cheese, pepperoni and mushrooms.  Just the smell of it was intoxicating.  I had a hard time just driving home without snaking a hand in the box for a slice.  […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 3

“Daddy was hurt.  There had blood all over his shirt” “Could you tell us where your daddy was hurt honey?” The little girl pointed to her chest.   Then she pointed to her neck.  And then she finally pointed to her arm. “I’d like to bring to the jury’s attention evidence exhibits 12 B and C.   […]

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 […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 2

As I drove on with Nell in the back seat, I got to thinking about what a nice day it had turned out to be.  Finally, the weather had started to change.  Less pronounced were the grey overcast skies and bone biting chill of winter.  Spring was starting to show in everything from the buds […]

Story Time: Mrs. Stephens 1

So I’m going to write that story that Stephen King puts up in his book and challenges the reader to hit the ground  typing on.  I’ll just type out portions until I come to natural stopping points, or if my brain just can’t really go any farther without a rest or something.  Generally, I’ve found […]

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. […]

What to write about.

So after a bit of time I’ve finally finished customizing this theme to what I wanted.  Hats off to Smart Cat for the initial design.  It was really attractive on his demo page.   Check it out. I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself.  I’m a bit of a nerd who loves to […]