Review: The Social Contract

This book would hold the elevator door open for you, but not if you needed the exercise from the stairs.

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Review: The Dueling Machine

The story of an invention that gives opposite sides of a dispute the chance to settle issues through a shared-dream scenario.

Statement Of Intent 12/4/2018

Hello all, I hope you're as happy as I am to be here; exciting times to be reading the words I'm writing. Finishing Entropy, my last book, got me so excited for the future of my art that I didn't bother making much noise about what I'd accomplished; it was step one down a hill... Continue Reading →

Entropy

Entropy is about the dissolution of order, a book without a genre meant to be experienced at a confusing time in the reader's life. I've pledged to donate one copy for every five that sell.   The first two were already claimed; I'm always looking for ideas on where to donate next. --- Preview Entropy... Continue Reading →

Closer

Listen to the story's song before reading “Help me…” I groaned; no one was around to care. I sat at a table outside the library, but with the way the story I was working on was violating me I may as well have been bent over. Up to then writing had been an escape, the... Continue Reading →

If I Ever Leave This World Alive

Listen to the story's song before reading My death was painless, quick, but the afterlife is a pop-up ad, inescapable. I think I remember looking one way but not the other, maybe the blow of a horn, definitely the thud of my body and CRACK of my skull against street. Even though I could think... Continue Reading →

Maggotbrain

Listen to the story's song before reading ‘Ya’ll have knocked her up.’ It was either the words that woke me up or the walls of my house shaking. Everything was dark, still again, but a murmur as confused as me drifted through the screens in my windows; I went outside expecting the same calm, starry... Continue Reading →

You Don’t Know How It Feels

Listen to the story's song before reading “You just can’t.” My dad said as I finished wrapping white tape around his gargantuan knuckles, “Not until you take a hit yourself.” I finished, dropped the hand to grab his left, started to wrap at the edge of one of the many bruises that colored his flesh.... Continue Reading →

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