You Don’t Have To Be Beautiful, To Turn Me On

"By implication we orphans were idiots of connectivity, overly impressed by any trace of the familial in the world. We should doubt ourselves any time we imagined a network in operation. We should leave that stuff to Minna. Just as he knew the identity of our parents but would never reveal it to us, only... Continue Reading →

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Ctrl + Shift + Del Doesn’t Work

"Captivity does things to you. It shows you how base an animal you can be. How you'd do anything to stay alive and suffer a little bit less than the day before." One of my initial thoughts after finishing the book, and a subtext to the whole relevance of the plot, was how big of... Continue Reading →

It Is Happening Again

"He stopped once I pulled out my tape recorder and asked about the murders. Then it was those whirling wheels that had his full attention. People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of existence. I could picture a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name... Continue Reading →

Never Mow Another Man’s Lawn

Many relationship experts say that the attainment of love is not a sprint, it is a marathon, or hurdles or perhaps a steeplechase for you track and field aficionados. But what happens when you can't get off the starting blocks at the firing of the gun. For Mark Tame his world is about to drastically... Continue Reading →

Hysterical Blindness??????

In this unnamed city with unnamed characters, an unknown contagion causing blindness is spreading throughout the immediate area as well as in the hearts and minds of the anxious onlookers. The only thing the afflicted presently see is a white void, a milky sea that gives off a dreamlike existence. They now must rely on... Continue Reading →

Rebranding A Dog’s Purpose

"The crowd that showed up could have come together only in a place like Charleston. And could have only my uncle as the common denominator. The owner of a million-dollar beach front house traded vodka shots with a man from Brother Thomas's congregation in the projects. Three Folly Beach surfers cornered several state legislators and... Continue Reading →

Tick Tick Tick BOOOOOM

"Without thinking further, Diaz lifted his left leg and scrambled over the jersey wall. There were only a couple of feet between the curved concrete of the wall and the solid white line of the shoulder. He hewed to the wet, narrow space, absorbed the rush of air from passing cars time and again, ignored... Continue Reading →

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