In which the governor decides to attack

When we last left him, The Governor had blood on his sword and two heads on the ground. Here’s what comes next… Plans Later that evening, Commander Drogan entered his tent to find the Governor reclined on his cot. Drogan’s cot. “It’s about time,” said the Governor, puffing on his water pipe. Drogan’s water pipe.…

Once upon A TIME

When I was a kid, maybe 6 or 7, I found a cheap sci-fi paperback in a store called Mott’s 5-and-Dime. That makes me sound like, really old, starting a post off at a 5-and-Dime, but I think it was the 5-and-Dime that was old, not me. Anyhoo, we used to go there for school…

A Hero’s Life

Sitting at his keyboard, Caulfield could not see around the soft, gray walls of his cubicle. But when he rolled back and turned to his left, he could see across the aisle into Johnson’s. He could see Johnson’s shoulder, the arc of Johnson’s back, the chair under Johnson’s ass. He could also see out the…

A Real Honker

“Darryl, honey,” Lucille said. “Why do you put that stuff in your mouth?” Darryl gave the can a few more pops, opened it, pinched some snuff, and stuffed it in his lower lip.  It was a real honker. “It’s my diet, baby.  Long as I got this,” he spit in his cup, “I know I…

The Ref’s Whistle

Charlie tended bar. He had worked for the state once, was a movie theater manager for a while. He read a lot, sometimes took a class at the local university – in drawing, or piano. But mostly he tended bar. It was a dark, smoke-filled place. Had a couple of pool tables, dart boards, a…

In which I rip off more great writing.

In They say this is great writing, I wrote about how I intentionally ripped off the opening of Tom Sawyer several times. A comment on that post by Valerie Moone made me realize that there is another piece of great writing I ripped off unintentionally. Here is my unintentionally ripped-off opening (if you’d like, you can read…

The Simple Life

Some nights were busy, some were not. This one was not. The man on the bar stool swiveled and moved his lips as he read. He looked up from his pages, thinking, then said, “What’s a channeled whelk?” The bartender pulled his head away from the television. A moment later his eyes followed. He scratched…

Neville Destroys the Moon

“Oops!” cried Neville. His heart leapt into his throat. He leaned forward and tapped escape. Nothing changed. He tapped backspace several times. “Oh dear,” he said. Rochelle adjusted her underwire and turned to Neville. Her eyes flicked between Neville and the keyboard. She wrinkled her brow. “Whassamatter?” Neville ignored Rochelle. He wiggled the mouse, then…