Greetings, Fellowmen. Just letting you know I'm giving away my book "IMMORTALITY (and other short stories)" this weekend (Sept. 13-15). I'm currently being beaten on the "top 100 free" list by a…Continue
Hey, AoM community!If there was a creative way to fight back against bullying and violence in schools, would you want to be a part of it? I wrote a short film called LOCKER 212 that purports to do…Continue
I know I'm a writer when I walk up to the gorgeous blonde TSA agent and my very first thought is, "I'm gonna to have to remember to write that you know you're in Los Angeles when even the TSA agents look like movie stars."
I don't say it out loud, of course. I'm a writer, after all, not an actor.
So what if she's flashing a million-dollar smile at me and my ridiculously cute son? So what if it's midnight and the place is deserted and there's no rush; and…
Author's Note: This is not a happy story. It does not end well. In spite of all this, however, it is a love story.
This is perhaps the greatest and most important mystery of them all. You must not try to solve it. But by thinking on it, you may come a little closer to something beautiful, and true.
Paddy the bear sat slumped on the corner shelf under a press of thin, hard-cover books; which leaned against his back and…
There was a time when I thought that maybe my dad didn't have a soul. And if he was not soulless, then I was absolutely positive he had no heart.
When he was just a little boy, both of my dad's parents got tuberculosis. They went off to a sanitarium and he and his sister went to stay at an aunt and uncle's house. They had a bit of a mini-farm, and as a result my dad ended up with farm animals running around in his bloodstream.
It wasn't too long after we were settled into…