Visiting an Old Friend

An old, beat up green car bounced and bumped its way along a gravel road through the trees.  Each clank of the bumpers hitting the sides of the potholes put the woman driving on edge as she desperately tried to navigate her way safely over the path.  Her jaw had started hurting from the amount she had been gritting her teeth as she bounced along into the forest. Each time the old car skipped on a bump, she could hear the metal shaking all along the frame of the old vehicle.  The car had seen better days and even those were a memory from decades ago.

The woman had been driving for well over thirty minutes through the forest but finally, had found the place.  A small house appeared around a bend in the road. The woman begged the poor car to keep sputtering for just a bit longer as she rounded the bend and pulled into the yard out front.

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It’s cold in the folds of these old hills,
The sun did come but darkness won.
I rub my hands to fight off the chill,
And the fire burns in more ways than one.

The house creaks as leaks begin to freeze,
The wind finds perch in walls undone
By idle time which took its fees.
And the fire burns in more ways than one.

Light hits my sight as the fireplace flares.
A lick flicks more wood, a new flame’s begun.
Crackling ivory amidst firey snares,
And the fire burns in more ways than one.

Gone is the dream given up to the now,
Broken for warmth at the set of the sun
Keys and strings are silent, I avow:
The fire burns in more way than one.

Decided to try something a bit different. I don’t usually do poems but I was thinking about lyrical writing, and after listening to Firewood by Regina Spektor, I felt a little inspired to have some fun.

Hopefully, the theme gets across in this. I didn’t want it to be too, too obvious.

The Worth of One or Many

“…All I’m saying is, the guy has the literal cure for cancer in his body and he’s decided he won’t share with the rest of the world.”

“Brain cancer, Jim.  He has the cure for one cancer.  And it’s one that we’re making a lot of progress in obtaining without whatever unique ability his brain has.  We’re not even sure if we could harness that trait. If you remember, the attempts at synthesizing crocodiles’ unique cell defenses failed, even though we truly thought we had that.”

“Exactly my point.  We’ve made progress, Clara, progress.  Nothing more. We don’t know when we might independently find a cure.  But we have the cure right here! Something that could lead to even more discoveries.  Why should we put his life over the lives of thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands that would die before we finally crack this puzzle?  What would you have him do, Clara? If it was your loved one with this terrible disease?”

“Are you seriously suggesting that this young man kill himself, Jim?”

“Maybe I am, Clara.  Maybe I am.”

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The Games Children Play


The Games Children Play


It started out as many things do:  When I was just a child.  I guess as evil as he was, Hitler was on the money when he said that the best way to indoctrinate is when they’re young.  Though, in my case, it was my own brain trying to warp my sense of self before I even had it.

I’d probably say my first memories of a problem were of the games we all played as children.  The first one I remember was classic:

“Don’t step on a crack or you’ll break your mother’s back!”

While, sure, I initially was horrified that my arbitrary carelessness could have put my mother in the hospital, I learned quickly that it made no difference.  I mean, I stepped on plenty of cracks in the floor but my mom was still healthy enough to chase after me when I clogged the toilet.

The thing is, even if I knew it wasn’t true, I couldn’t stop playing the game.  For some reason, there was a very real sense of dread that “something” might happen if I lost my footing.  I remember at the time wondering what was wrong that I kept playing long after the kids around me moved on, stepping on cracks in the pavement with abandon.  After a while, I chalked it up to superstition and hummed a few bars of Stevie Wonder’s big hit while avoiding gaps in the pavement.

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Protest Erupts in Huntington, WV (#loverioting)

Bert Fulks

(This piece was shared by CBS News, among other various news and social media outlets.)

Well, the post-election protests have finally made their way to my hometown of Huntington, WV.

We’re always behind the times, but what took so long?

For you out-of-towners, I know that you’ve heard of our little neck of the woods.  Just yesterday we observed the bitter anniversary of the Marshall University plane crash—everyone seems to know about that.  We recently made national headlines by having nearly thirty drug overdoses in a single four-hour period.  The whole Kim Davis / gay marriage saga played out about an hour from here (sorry, Kentucky, that’s your headline, but we’re close enough that we had to suffer through it).  It also became national news yesterday when two Clay, WV officials (also about an hour from here) were goofy enough to show themselves on social media, one…

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A new short story!

What’s that? I’m finally updating?


I’ve been in a bit of a fog and haven’t written for a while. Good news is I am still working on Love Story but I had a new idea come to me while was taking a break on Love Story and decided to shower. Shower thoughts are the best.

It’s a play! Well, the script for a play. However, the way it’s formatted on paper is actually important to the story. (Though, this website removes all of the indenting)

It’s a play called First Initials and has to do with three men in a very minimalist room arguing over some writing. This is actually a very personal story for me because while none of the people in the story are real, I know them all too well, personally. Oscar’s a bit of a self-insert for me. I won’t give away the plot before people read it but I will say be WARNED: There is a lot of LANGUAGE and some nasty shit that goes down. This is for a purpose.

Well, I hope you guys enjoy it. It’s a hard read compared to my usually more happy-go-lucky stuff on here but I like it just the same. More stuff to come, soon!

Small little note, I’m changing the “Prologue” chapter of A Sort of Love Story to be just the first chapter. It’s not really a prologue and that’s been bugging me. As such, the actual numbered chapters are all going up by one. It’s all the same story. I’m just fixing the numbering.

Also, I just finished an article on my other blog that I have with my two best friends. You can read that and the new story below!


First InitialsRead Here!

Jinrui – The Morality of the Fae – Read Here!

Dreams During Vacation are Weird (New Story!)



So hey!  Just came back from a long family trip and actually managed to be a bit productive for once while I was gone!  I know!  It was surprising for me too!  Hehe… Haaa…

Self-detriment aside, I give you The Enigma of Eva, a short story about a movie star and a certain member of the press who will do just about anything for an interview.
It was about the third or fourth night of the trip, I went to bed and had a dream which is basically almost word for word the first half of this story.  And while many people would normally have strange dreams where they’re flying through the city like Spider-man but all of a sudden get caught in there own web while Doctor Octopus teaches them the true meaning of hentai, I had this dream!  Personally, while I’m happy with this story right now, I probably would have enjoyed some sweet time with Doc Oc.  He has the capability of the unknown “Triple Gentle Embrace”.  So sweet and tender.

I digress.  This was an attempt at practicing dialogue and using it almost entirely as a means for story progression.  Hope you enjoy this one!  I’m planning on have a lot of A Sort of Love Story coming soon so stayed tune!




“Backstreets Back, Alright!”



As the Backstreet Boys say, “…we’re back again.  Brothers, sisters, everybody sing!”  This is definitely a cause for celebration because you know what?  Staind is letting me know that “It’s been awhile…”  By golly, Beirut‘s agreeing with him and saying that “Well it’s been a long time, long time now…”  It’s been so long, I’ve been going crazy with music references!

I’m sure this will mean as much as to you all as if Hitler said it but:  I’m sorry.  I don’t have an excuse for why this took so long to come out with and I really don’t have a reason other than that I’ve gotten so caught up with the monotony of my life that I felt incredibly apathetic. Basically, you know the beginning of Office Space before Peter Gibbons gets some hypnotherapy and decides he wants more in his life?  Where he’s just driving to work and living day in and day out at his job?  Yeah, that’s basically been my life almost to the letter.


Because of this and because I’m WAY better at writing a joke than a sad(ish) scene, this latest chapter of A Sort of Love Story was probably the hardest thing I’ve had to write.  It’s not complex or intense.  It just weirdly caused me so much trouble to actually get down that between how hard it was to write and a lot of terrible destruction of inspiration in my life, I’ve basically been at a standstill, desperately trying to write this one sentence at a time.

I will say that I have already written a good bit past this chapter, though, because of how stuck I was on it.  I’ve written the last two chapters in the book and have a little bit of a couple others done.  This means that hopefully, I should have the rest out and posted on this site, including the ending within the next few months.  Now that’s a happy twist to this tale!

As always, I hope you enjoy this next chapter, even though it’s taken a while to get out there for people.  I highly recommend re-reading the last chapter just to see what happened last because it has been a bit since the last update.  I will promise more updates more frequently and the rest of the story to be finished within the coming months so stay tuned!


Link to da chaptah!


And with that, I leave you all to sleep.  As of this writing, it’s five in the morning and I have to be up for work in six hours.



♪ I know something you don’t know! ♪


In the immortal words of Abraham Lincoln:


It’s been a while, hasn’t it?  First off, I want to apologize for the lack of any word from me and, in particular, the lack of any new stories or updated chapters.  I had fallen into a bit of a slump as far as writing and it was really starting to get bad.  Luckily, just a few days ago, I managed to kick that slump in the knackers by grabbing my friends, Tenacity and Creativity, and staging a coup, taking control while laughing maniacally into the night.  To take a step out of the metaphor, a few nights ago, I went on a writing craze and managed to get down the skeleton for the rest of the A Sort of Love Story book plus some meaty little bits of muscle on that skeleton!  On top of that, I’m proud to say there’s a brand new chapter all finished up and ready to publish!

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Two eyed, two horned flying purple people sexers


Well I saw the thing coming out of the sky
It had one long horn and one big eye
I commenced to shakin’ and I said oo-wee
It looks like a purple people eater to me

So how about another update?  Yay!  Yaaaay… Whoo…  This update is mostly just for my own benefit so that I feel productive.  However, there are three little pieces of information that I’d like to announce.

The first is that I’ve finally uploaded another chapter of A Sort of Love Story to Scribophile so my story is one step closer to having correct grammar!  Whoo, grammar!  Always a good thing to have if I plan on posting it anywhere else (which I do).  The prologue chapter hit Scribophile and apparently was a pleasant surprise for a few people that read it.  Feedback has been positive which was amazing to receive.  Most days I feel like I’m shouting in a vacuum besides outside of my family who lovingly put up with my nagging to read the next chapter.  (I’m kidding, my wonderful sister.  I know you’re enjoying it and I’m super happy about that.)

The second piece of info is that I’ve begun looking for an artist to do a book cover for Love Story.  If anyone reads this, is good at art, or knows someone who is, I’d love to talk to you about this.  I’m willing to commission it with payment as this might be something I’d love to get published at some point.  The main reason for getting a book cover, though, is so that I can post this story to other websites like Jukepop and the like.  I’ve noticed that these websites have stories that tend to have covers predominantly placed.  Plus, it’s a great way to advertise and attract people to reading your story.  You can’t judge a book by it’s cover but you sure as hell can get people to stop and read if that cover is freaking sweet.

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