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The Journey Home
I remember the birds. Hundreds, maybe thousands, all moving south as winter approaches. The air is cool and the sky slate. Their...
Skill Versus Talent
I want to preface this entry by saying I don't believe I'm particularly good at writing. I don't believe I'm the kind of writer to be...
Hello Defiant chapter two, The Exodus of the Sahni Family
The night conjured up strong winds. They came from the northeast and carried the scent of the ocean- a real ocean- up to the lips of the...
Hello Defiant chapter one, A Fish In A Large Pond
A minnow drifts onward in a dark pond. It's small and white, surrounded on all sides by a blanket black as pitch. It doesn't flick around...
The Bride, a short story from The Forest Around The Hill
She was a girl of eighteen with ash brown hair and flint eyes filled with the burgeoning hope of a young soul on the precipice of...
In Summation
I've heard it been said, quite commonly, our sense of smell is the strongest at triggering old memories. I'm not too sure about this...
Value in the Horrific and Fantastic
A few months back I was having a conversation with a friend about my writing and literature in general. He wondered why I don't try to...
The Hound of Endtown, Chapter One-The Big People
Last night in the wee hours of the morning I finished the penultimate chapter to my next novel, Hello Defiant, the sequel to The Hound of En
I Am Ambition, Moving on After a Life as a Combat Soldier
I'm not just a veteran. I'm so much more. I want to be more. Isn't that what my service was suppose to impart upon me? To show m
To Kill the Lazy Writer
What makes a writer a writer, what separates us from the aspirants and wannabes, is the drive to start and finish a story. No other field al
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