Tag Archives: short fiction

Sam the Thug hits double digits

My crime fiction character, Sam the Thug, with a last name I’ve forgotten, celebrated a milestone this October when his tenth short adventure appeared in Guilty Crime Story Flash. It’s great to immediately connect with a character and have that character connect with readers! I love writing someone with rough edges, a worn-down soul, andContinue reading “Sam the Thug hits double digits”

A lil’ Spider Man story in 101 words

My 101-word short story, The Sticky Drunk, was a runner up in the Monterey Weekly’s recent short fiction contest. And they used a sentence from another entry in another section, which I found pretty cool. Read all the stories here!

SHORT FICTION – Finding the Squee Spot

“The cutest thing we’ve seen all day!” Social media said. “But wait a minute,” Uploader said. “How can we top baby sea otters?” Social media screamed in orgasmic bliss. “Oh my God, they’re so darn cute! Sharing, liking, trending!” “Got it. How about baby sea otters with fluffy white kittens? Put them in a plasticContinue reading “SHORT FICTION – Finding the Squee Spot”

Chapter Doodles

We all love stick figures – to the point our hearts will explode in our chests and kill us. So I doodled a few to illustrate each chapter in my upcoming collection of rants, In Curmudgeon (taken from my blog posts over the years), and wanted to share them here. The Saint offered up the bestContinue reading “Chapter Doodles”

Mantula: Have some discord – book release

I’m celebrating the release of “Mantula: Have some discord” today! This weird little book started as a handful of blog posts and quickly turned into a full-blown multimedia project. I was having too much fun to stop writing the story of Doug and his curse. When I finally did come to the end, I decidedContinue reading “Mantula: Have some discord – book release”

SHORT FICTION: Gotta Distract ‘Em All

His finger hovered over the download button. Sweat trickled down his forehead, just a single line, but enough to make someone notice. Morris didn’t press the button. He turned his attention back to the sea of tents placed four feet apart from one another. Two people per tent, he was told. Only the tents wereContinue reading “SHORT FICTION: Gotta Distract ‘Em All”

Short Fiction: November 8th Soon

Charlie skulked from building to building. He had to avoid the middle of the street and stay as close to the buildings as he could and off the main sidewalks. Gunfire rang out a block away. Charlie flinched at the pops. Citizens protecting themselves. Taxpayers at work, he thought. He could see a huddled mass nearContinue reading “Short Fiction: November 8th Soon”