Wow, it’s been a busy six months, very little time to work on anything and it’ll be at least a couple months before I can really focus on longer pieces again . . . in the mean time I’ve been feeling a Lester Dent/Pulp vibe. My buddy Nabil posted a small opener as his Facebook status and we’ve been going back and forth in the comment thread. It’ll be fun to see where it ends up. More after the jump.
There’s been lots of radio silence (not really surprising, considering how generally slack I am). Anyway, I’ve been working on that novella a bit more and now it’s taking a bit more shape. In fact, I’m considering doing the novel thang, hence the lack of recently posted short stories.
In any case, if you’d like to [...]
This time it’s from a novella I’m working on called Porno En Fuego (tentatively).
Bounding from the end of the bar, Bob Farcas was on Henry Sera like a great glandular chipmunk. His cheeks puffed—“HENRY, it’s great to see you again! Shots?” A pause to look at the bar “. . . shots!”
“Farcas, you prick, are [...]
A new bit of short fiction.
My hands felt like blocks of wood, and my feet were starting to get those nasty, driving pains that precede proper medical frost bite. Jim and Dan were down in the valley trying to scare some deer out into the meadow, and I was slowly succumbing to hypothermia up on [...]
I’ve decided to start sending unsolicited letters off to the email addresses of professionals. If I receive any responses I’ll be sure to post them. The following email was sent to a dentist surgery
Hi,
I am after dental information, see it’s been a long time—perhaps seven years since I’ve been to a dentist. I have just [...]
The view from the window is quite good, there is always a flurry of
activity on the street below. Quinn Smith was a reclusive fellow, he
wasn’t always that way but a few years in the big city, away from the
warmth of small town life had driven him to isolate a bit. It had been
more than a [...]
This is an amalgamation of a few different drinking trips that I made to Portland back when I lived in Seattle.
I’d just hopped the train from Seattle. I boarded at King Street
Station in Pioneer Square with a small flask of scotch to gird the old
loins for the three hour trek Portland. See, I had a [...]
Below is an account of my first night in Fiji. I’d like to preface this by mentioning that all of the Fijians that I met on my trip with the sole exception of Suli were wonderful, warm people.
The Tokatoka Resort is the Fijian version of the Airport Howard
Johnson, my travel agent put me there for [...]