Settling Matters Like Antebellum Gentlemen – The Lightning Thesaurus

(A brief excerpt for your entertainment) The gathered crowd laughed at Ron Brandywood, as he stood there, sleeves of his rough spun shirt rolled to his elbows, and his bare feet, dusted with curled brown hair, tracing a line in the dirt outside the inn. Three feet tall, in proportion, and far shorter than the … Continue reading Settling Matters Like Antebellum Gentlemen – The Lightning Thesaurus

When They Teach Your Stories In School

By way of explanation, my short story 'Remains' was featured here. Someone got in touch with me and asked if they had permission to introduce the story to their class. It didn't occur to me to say no, and it was a wonderful thing to experience. 'I teach English at Brownburg High School in Indiana … Continue reading When They Teach Your Stories In School

Disposable Volunteer

Photo by Maria Orlova on Pexels.com It sent out impulses through the glass. Everything around it moved so fast, and even when embedded, it struggled to match the same pace of communication. Without the connection, it had struggled to hold on, but now it laid there, in the back of the vehicle, knowing it completed … Continue reading Disposable Volunteer

Forests Speak Slow

(An excerpt from a forthcoming book) Ron looked up at the branches as they waved in the breeze. One thing he noticed was the slight differences in climate and temperature, the sense of a unique environment against the rest of the surrounding territory. It was cooler as they went further in, and beneath his bare … Continue reading Forests Speak Slow

Could, Not Should.

(There are plenty of stories with Ron, here is one for you all) Tal watched the pub, huddled against the rain underneath a cloak which had more patches than cloak to its name. His hand strayed to the knife in his belt, touching it for reassurance but sickened by the fear he would have to … Continue reading Could, Not Should.

Smash – Like – Subscribe

Photo by Tim Samuel on Pexels.com March 2000 She watched him from the living room window. He stood there, arms down by his sides and hands clenched into fists with such force the knuckles stood out against his skin. Through the closed window, she heard him making those low, guttural noises which made the neighbours … Continue reading Smash – Like – Subscribe