After leaving Ingrid behind, Alex was more determined to find someone to hang with. Curt, on the other hand, just wanted to meet up with Shaun because he liked to keep to a schedule. As the two, with different agendas, walked through the fest, Curtis looked back to see if he could find the person he bumped into. Continue reading “The Winter Fest, Part 2 (Slice of life from novel in progress)”
A breeze blew through his long hair forming a wave in the air as he hurried down the street to meet Alex. Fall had just ended, but the gust in the walkway was reminding Curtis that Winter was now upon them. Although he was in a rush, the wall of air before him was slowing his progress. Continue reading “The Winter Fest (Slice of life from novel in progress)”
OK, a few quick things:
- I have been depressed over the loss of Stan Lee and William Goldman. Two of my personal heroes.
- I have a turducken thing I will be writing up but am delayed because of…
- Had a foster over the extended weekend and he threw my schedule off completely.
- I MIGHT post the first chapter of the novel that follows the Prolog. I might not.
- Still waiting on parts from The Table of Ultimate Gaming (TOUG), which is the reason there has not been a follow-up. Trust me; it seems like it might not be nice the way things are going.
- The roof saga will be coming soon.
- More fiction on the way. If anyone wants to throw a topic out there or several things to include and I might write something based on it.
- Another alcohol recipe is on the way as well as an update for the Dark and Gloomy.
That should do it. More to follow in a few days.
The story you are about to read will make no sense. As how would it be possible to tell this story, if these circumstances were true. I cannot in earnest tell you the why that I am able to relay, only the facts in the manner in which they transpired. Continue reading “A Cautionary Tale: Just Desserts”
**Note, this was written in the early 90s. Technology was different then. It was pre-casual internet use. Also, a modern term replaced something that was bugging me at the time it was written. That term was not in general use at the time.
My father once told me that change will occur when you least expect it. I feel the winds of change blowing. Does that mean that nothing will happen? -excerpt from Curtis Tyre’s journal [September 4th]
There is nothing in this world constant, but inconsistency. -Jonathan Swift: A Critical Essay upon the Faculties of the Mind 
October was less than three weeks away. By the look on Curt’s face, he Continue reading “Prologue”
A long time ago, when the world was just a bit younger than it is now, there lived a pair of squirrels. Rhea, the older of the two, was a grey, fluffy, flying squirrel. Rocky, the younger, was also grey, but more in species than in color, as his fur, unlike Rhea’s, had a black streak down his back. Unlike Rhea, Rocky could not glide, let alone fly. Continue reading “A Cautionary Tale: Sometimes the Truth Hurts”
This is a quick one that I wrote in ’93 based off a picture of a boy holding his hand up to a seagull on a post with its wings outstretched. Continue reading ““Gullible” (6/2/93)”