Job had come home early and found me drunk and weeping. The phone calls had been going all night, and when all was said and done, the whole of the body had passed out except him. When Job walked into the house, the man in the dark bedroom slipped his hand under the blankets and… Continue reading The Man in the Dark
Month: December 2017
The Friday 13 with Andy Peloquin
Andy Peloquin is, first and foremost, a storyteller and an artist. Fantasy is his genre of choice, and he loves to explore the darker side of human nature through the filter of fantasy heroes, villains, and everything in between. He’s also a freelance writer, a book lover, and a guy who just loves to meet… Continue reading The Friday 13 with Andy Peloquin
Viva La Revolution: Character Archetype
Sir Ken Robinson said a curious thing about education. He said, and I’m paraphrasing, “What we need in education is not reform. What we need in education is revolution.” I have been thinking about characters in fiction, been thinking about the cardboard, one-dimensional characters we are seeing everywhere, and I have come to the conclusion… Continue reading Viva La Revolution: Character Archetype
Daddy’s Christmas
My eight-year-old mind knew there was something wrong with the way my grandfather’s hand rested on my aunt’s ass at the Christmas table. I walked out of the dining room and into the kitchen. The dining room was where the party was. All my dad’s family had shown up. Uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandparents had… Continue reading Daddy’s Christmas
The Friday 13 with Dale Triplett
Arbra Dale Triplett has been a freelance writer and editor scribbling fiction, advertising, marketing and bad poetry on bathroom walls for more than two decades. As a military brat he spent most of his youth in Germany, then later served in both the Marine Corps and Air Force. After years of bouncing across the nation… Continue reading The Friday 13 with Dale Triplett
Walleye
When Teddy walked out of my life, it sent me into shock. I was 17, still in high school and on the fringe. Teddy had been the coolest person I knew. He legitimized me as a person worth knowing, and with him gone, I was lost. He had walked up to me in the hall,… Continue reading Walleye
Beautiful Monster
I was young, probably 12 or 13. I was troubled by a past, violent and horrid, filled with abuse that I had largely shoved away into dark caverns within the pocks of my mind. Tunnels to horrors too mind-numbing to handle had been sealed up with bricks of denial and mortar of hate. I walked… Continue reading Beautiful Monster
Jesse Teller 