The silver ship made its way over the desolate desert, landing between two small sandy hills. The ship’s occupants were not explorers from another planet. They were not innocent little green men with big heads and their ship didn’t blu...

Deacon Sender loved his Doberman Pinscher Rooter. As a private investigator he found Rooter to be quite useful in catching bad guys including Emerson Paisley, the monster who enjoyed stealing expensive cars and killing young gay men. Throughou...

The young Bench watched as his father donned a homemade parachute and jumped off the Squirrel Mountain cliff, a clan tradition for hundreds of years. If the jumper failed to land safely his oldest son would lay claim to leadership of the clan. B...

The citizens of this world have many reasons to believe that the planet upon which they live will someday self-destruct, but what if their reasons are wrong. What if global warming doesn't destroy us? What if a worldwide war for fossil fuels doesn...

The river poured itself into another as I sat on my raggedy porch chair and watched the sun creep its way into shadows. This is my third porch chair in as many years. I call it a porch, but really it’s just a salvaged piece of 5/8 inch plyw...

Wyatt Bell is an author with a witty sidekick named Louie. Together they drink themselves into a comedy of existence. That is, until Wyatt meets a lovely publisher who is interested not only in his artistic endeavors but also his romantic endeav...

"A Vinyl Night and Other Miseries" is Stan's first self-published book of Poetry. He has written several fiction books including sci-fi, mystery, fantasy, and suspense genres. His real love though has always been poetry. This book took forty ye...

As the author of this strange apocalyptic novella I make no pretenses that our future world will be as depicted. I am only a human with a vivid imagination. Could our world become a crude and detached entity? I say yes. With current knowledge ...

After a strained divorce, Willy Stilt found himself living in a homeless shelter living with strangers of questionable morals. After a touch of luck the young man found himself working at a newspaper office in Classifieds. Soon he was promoted to...

For years I received a pay check because I was good at watching people, reading people. I enjoyed it because there are so many stories to be told on each face, each nervous tic, and each gesture. Watching is an animal instinct I believe. Watchi...