Well, Cage was big. He was broad in the shoulders and had big hands, and he had a meanness to him that would take him by surprise. He could not understand it. Could not place the thing within him that made him aggressive. Every now and then, for no reason and with no provocation, he… Continue reading The End of Aggression
Month: March 2019
The Friday 13 with Tony Duxbury
Tony Duxbury is an expat Brit living in Guatemala, Central America. He has lived there for over 20 years. He is now a retired English Language teacher. He claims that title only because it is the longest job he has ever had. Previous work has been anything from commercial artist to dishwasher. 1.Why storytelling? What… Continue reading The Friday 13 with Tony Duxbury
Building a Style
I had not done my homework, and my voice and my style were suffering. I went to a workshop aspiring writers called Break Out Novel Intensive put on by a genius named Donald Maass. Donald is an agent in New York with an impressive client list as well as an author himself who writes under… Continue reading Building a Style
Lost Confessions: Living Room 2
So I asked my landlord. His name is Mentor and he is one of my best friends, my beer drinking buddy and the guy I talk football with. I told him I am seeing a ghost and this good buddy of mine laughed at me. “You been hittin those Millers pretty hard, have you?” he… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 2
The Friday 13 with Sherry Perkins
Sherry Perkins has worked as a licensed practical nurse for more than thirty-five years and has experience in psychiatric/addictions nursing, nursing-care coordination, and risk management. She earned a BS in health sciences from Campbell University in Buies Creek, North Carolina, and has spoken at public health functions on topics such as addiction prevention and treatment,… Continue reading The Friday 13 with Sherry Perkins
Saving the Wasteland
Mom saw a snake. It got bigger with each telling. Went from about the length of a spatula to as long as her leg. It went from striped to hooded, went from a greenish yellow to pitch black. My stepfather told her she had stumbled on a hose sitting in the backyard in the grass,… Continue reading Saving the Wasteland
Jesse Teller 