More Tyler stuff..
The twins could be into careless hacking, using computers to screw up peoples’ lives. This sends Tyler into an absolute frenzy. I’ve always wanted to see a story where mindless, vicious hackers get it badly in the chops.
The twins could be aliens sent over to take over souls and bodies.
The twins could have taken Nathan to (more…)
To get up to speed, read this first.
Writing a short story, in public this way, is good and bad. It’s good in that you get a little feedback and encouragement. You see if anyone reads their way through it, if anyone seems to have an idea of where you might be going. But asking for advice can be (more…)
This is Part 2 of a Work in Progress. Read Part 1 here.
Julie set down the Portobellos and the salmon with her usual delicacy. She enjoyed presentation. There were nights where Julie was in and out of Tyler’s condo without his hearing her entrance or departure. He could be in the shower (more…)
When he finally made the phone call, Tyler had trouble sounding as though he weren’t out of breath. He could hear the phone ringing on the other end and that only made it worse, so when his friend Nathan picked up the line all Tyler could say was “wait a minute” while he covered the phone and tried to calm down.
“Tyler. You (more…)
I’m finally getting around to reading Puritans at Play by Bruce C. Daniels. It’s been in my library for a decade or more, and right from the start it speaks to a concept I’ve struggled with, in one way or another, my entire life. The New England Reverend Benjamin Colman called it “Sober Mirth” — the need to strike a balance between (more…)
Chase Bagnall saw no great virtue in confession, the endless parade of self-justification that announces itself on social networks, and over beer, and in emails with the subject line, “Can I just tell you something?” Whatever happened, he thought, to suffering in silence? Where did that go? Did it ever exist? Without question, he must have picked up this distaste from (more…)
I watch way too much television and streaming film, I know. My Bay Colony ancestors — if they could anticipate this technology — wouldn’t approve, but what I can’t figure out?
I can watch a fair amount of violence — the Normandy scene in “Saving Private Ryan” for example or the Michael Corleone restaurant (more…)
When he finally made the phone call, Chase had trouble sounding as though he weren’t out of breath. He could hear the phone ringing on the other end and that only made it worse, so when his friend, Nathan Kennedy, picked up the line all Chase could say was “wait a minute” while he covered the phone and tried to calm down.
Let’s Cancel The Race Card Entirely, Shall We?
Look, folks if you were born after, say, 1955, in America, you’ve grown up ingesting the whole salad bowl, melting pot, indigenous people, civil rights smorgasbord. We’ve had all the various race dish problems named and studied. We grew up on Star Trek global citizens exploring (more…)
Lake Otters, to be precise. ”There’s a story,” my wife said, “about some swimmers who had to fight them off coming out of the lake.”
She let this sink in. I didn’t listen to the rest of the encounter as she Googled the article and recounted details for the extended family. I just (more…)