Tag: writing

  • Fountain of Youth

    Fountain of Youth

    A Novelette. Or a short story, depending on who you ask. I’ve decided to go long and attempt to write a fiction “Novelette in November” for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). This is for fun, so no pressure. Ha-ha! I’ll apologize in advance if I fade to black half way through the story… with no…

  • Futuristic Love

    Futuristic Love

    “The square root of 725,904 is 852.” “That is correct,” Naya’s mother beamed. “It is no surprise that you gain intelligence with each new day. It is your destiny.” Naya lifted her right hand to her chin and then moved it downward, toward her mother; a gesture meaning “thank you,” which she had recently learned…

  • A Surprise Guest

    A Surprise Guest

    A Short Story (The Final Chapter). The first couple of bands were new and unknown, and they each had a handful of groupies that looked like they were probably their girlfriends. Freddy was really digging their music though (not to mention the scantily clad groupies), so he introduced me to Chad – his bartender friend…

  • the Troubadour

    the Troubadour

    A Short Story (Part Four). I should have been thrilled when Freddy agreed, but instead I was uneasy. He was way too eager.  Freddy hated going out, and he hated Ray even more, so the response I had expected was a smirk or a chuckle, followed by a big “HELL no,” or a smart remark…

  • Places In-between

    Places In-between

    I haven’t talked about myself much lately, or my latest thoughts on life, so I thought I’d share what I’ve been reflecting on and do a little illustration to mirror my mood. (I’ll get back to my story very soon!) I saw this quote several months back and thought it was one of the best…

  • Punk’s Not Junk

    Punk’s Not Junk

    A Short Story (Part 2). Sometimes I get sidetracked when I talk about Ray. His story has very little (ok, nothing) to do with what happened when we were five, but it was our very first encounter and I believe it has significance. Not that he even remembered my racy proposition, or the scolding that…