Settling In

The weekend was a lot more complicated than even I thought it would be. Despite the promise of free beer and pizza, only one of my friends arrived on Saturday morning to help us move all of our possessions from the old place into the truck. Ancient bibliophile that I am, I have an inordinate… Continue reading Settling In

Can't Talk. Moving.

As I write this, more and more boxes are appearing in the homestead as books disappear from shelves. After three years in Lansdale, we’re moving closer to my dayjob. There are things I will miss about living here – easy access to mass transit, many shops close by, the rustic charm of the house –… Continue reading Can't Talk. Moving.

Flash Fiction: Stella's Corner Hitching Post

This one was tough. For the Terribleminds Game of Aspects (Halloweenie Edition) the d10 of Destiny dictated: Southern Gothic Evil Awakens! Strip Club Stage Magic Hoo boy. Happy Halloween! It was another hot, muggy night, but the wind was low, meaning the mugginess was not supplemented by the heavy, muddy water of the bayou. Still,… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Stella's Corner Hitching Post

Storm's Passage

We’re okay. And if you’re reading this, I hope you are, too. I don’t want to downplay the impact of the storm at all. Millions are without power. People have died. The largest city in the Western world is oddly silent and seemingly empty. Yet, the storm is moving on. It does not linger and… Continue reading Storm's Passage

Hatches Battened Down

Sandy is currently pelting my area with rain. The wind is mild, as far as I can tell, and many places (like my office & the school Danielle attends) are shut down. But public works folks, soldiers, first responders, and people with less cool administrators are out there, in this weather, and I for one… Continue reading Hatches Battened Down

Flash Fiction: John Doe's Journal

Courtesy istaevan For Terribleminds’ Flash Fiction Challenge Five Ingredients Make A Story: “I don’t have any idea where that storm came from.” Mark brought down the newspaper he’d been holding over Janet and himself when the squall began. They’re come back inside to get Janet’s oversized golf umbrella, which she tended to take with her… Continue reading Flash Fiction: John Doe's Journal