Batu shoved the door in to his apartment. The setting was familiar and the smell that had settled in his nostrils was also familiar; unpleasant, but familiar. Batu waded through the misaligned furniture that had been pushed around and not placed in their proper spots.
He muscled his way towards the kitchen and a new smell hit him. Was it mildew? He covered his mouth and nose at all the glasses and dishes with standing water inside all of them. Batu was horrified and reluctant to leave his bags unattended. He journeyed to living room and found a heap of blankets piled into the corner of the couch. Batu dropped his luggage on to the floor and the blanket mountain moved.
It had only taken a moment for a finger to peak out to tear at the fabric of the cocoon blanket, then a hand, then an arm. The arm retreated and the peeled back a layer and out popped a squinty eyed man in the opposite direction with the worst bed head that Batu had ever seen: Julian.
Continue reading “Welcome Back” →
“Why are we here,” Tyler asked.
“It’s therapeutic, honey.”
Tyler looked around the abandoned school grounds. The wear had shown and time wasn’t kind to the decrepit building of learning. Tyler stood holding himself together, hoping not to scrape against something sharp, deadly and would cost him a very expensive trip to the emergency room.
“Would you relax,” Toni asked, breaking Tyler’s concentration.
“This is as relaxed as you’re gonna get.”
Continue reading “Maturity Return Void” →
Nolan ran. The road was dark. The pavement was broken. His tank top was drenched in sweat and he was behind in his pace. HIs heart beat in his chest. The led lamp on his waist was slowly starting to dim. Nolan could barely see his feet on the pavement as he powered through his race.
The sound of crickets echoed through the night sky like a stadium cheering and jeering for their lead player. Nolan had a second to waste. He was the only human in sight. HIs breath shot out between his lips.
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“You don’t want this,” Donovan said with a smug grin, towering over Saul.
“Bring it on,” Saul with a confident smile, looking up at Donovan.
“Alright,” Donavan said with a shrug. “Your funeral. Two tickets!”
The lights and loud noises of the carnival filled the autumn air as the two 9 year olds stared each other down.
“Step right up to the line, boys,” the carnival attendant yelled jubilantly. “The objective is…”
“We know what the objective is,” Saul said without breaking eye contact.
“Well then, the winner gets…” the attendant continued.
Continue reading “Versus” →
I’m halfway through my writing challenge and I look back at all that I’ve done so far. Sometimes, I think I should be much further along by now. If I look back, I can see I’ve received some great feedback from complete strangers. Other times, it appears to me as if I’m missing the mark.
I’ll ask myself: “Why do I feel like I’m missing the goal? Are people entertained by the things I’ve written?”
Continue reading “The Halfway Point” →
Sometimes I wonder…
Is there anybody out there? Is anyone really out there?
Firstly, I must apologize. Where I said I would write one short story a week for 52 weeks, I posted the last short story late Saturday night, minutes before midnight. Now for all the things I promised myself I won’t do, making excuses is at the very top.
Continue reading “Obstacles” →
This week in the life of an author in a battle against procrastination, I learned something very important. The importance of balance. Without it, your life can be thrown to the wayside very quickly.
I submitted an audio play idea of mine called The Fall of Adam and it was accepted. You can vote for me here. I have now added social networking and marketing to my repertoire. Some have real panache for it. I’m engaging in social media in a way that I have never done before, but between you and me, I prefer writing. However, I must say that this poses a new writing challenge for me: how would I script the presentation of me as an author to the world? With that blank canvas, I see possibilities.
Continue reading “WFAE Charlotte PodQuest Contest” →
I’m on week 6 of 52. There were a few times where I was right under the wire for my deadline for Rockland’s 52 but, the last two weeks pushed some interesting work out of me.
When your back is against the wall, who are you?
Are you a writer?
Are you a good one? A great one?
Continue reading “R U A Writer: a personal reflection” →
I thought for a while what I was going to write. Gave myself a few days. Like what typically happens, I have this grandiose thing that I want to say and what happens is: the words don’t come out at all. So, what do I say about The Man? Continue reading “Stan Lee” →