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A native of Vermont, I was dragged kicking and screaming to Central Florida by my parents when my father relocated to work at the Kennedy Space Center. I was a precocious and adorable little boy who overflowed with the creative juices that would prepare him

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: War: 1 of 55
The Foxhole December 23rd 1944 - west of St. Vith, Belgium. Private Bennie Calabro, 106th U.S. Infantry, serial number 302478911, was a deserter. He was two miles behind enemy lines, had been bombarded relentlessly by Kraut 88s, and was directly in line with the sixth SS Panzer Army's Blitzkrieg as it raced toward Antwerp.... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Writing: 1 of 54
THE WRITER Normally I'd sit on the cushioned stool behind the counter and hide my textbooks out of the view of customers. The outside of the counter was covered with large mirrors that let customers admire the shoes they were trying to decide whether or not to buy. The mirrored counters were standard dcor for the shoe st... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Fear: 2 of 71
Double Dragons A bead of sweat dripped off Scott Bailey's forehead onto the screen of his Blackberry, blotching out part of the calendar display. September 15th. He had thought of nothing but that day for the last four months. It was back in May when his seven-year-old son, Sean, begged him to promise to ride just one rolle... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Retribution: 1 of 34
Doctor Aldelman This would be the most important surgery of Dr. Mattias Aldelman's sixty-year career as a physician. Mattias leaned over as far as his ninety three year old bones would let him and petted the three light brown American pit bull pups. One of the pups snapped at Mattias' thumb. "Oh, you are what they say you ar... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Drug addiction: 2 of 52
Good Hunting in Bennington There was plenty of snow on the ground and some weighed heavy on the branches of firs lining the trail. "Good hunting in Bennington," his old man kept repeating on the drive, as if David wouldn't remember it the first time he said it. The clearing was near. It had been ten years. A large gathering... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Childhood: 4 of 100
Great Great Grandfather's Hat Beatrice was having a rotten day. A rotten, miserable, asparagus, cold canned spinach, cough medicine day. Miss Parkinson told the other teachers that Beatrice was odd. She wasn't odd. Joshua Walker was odd. His head was shaped like a light bulb. That was odd. Beatrice was different and ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dreams: 9 of 200
Lucid Dreaming It was her second nightmare in as many days. The night before, she dreamt she was arrested for shoplifting. The dream had felt so real, with the store, the Indian proprietor, and the carton of cigarettes she shoved in her blouse. Then, the following morning, as if possessed by some mystical demon, she found he... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Child abuse: 10 of 216
Waiting in Line While waiting in a grocery line, I see a small child. She reaches high up on the shelf for candy in the aisle. The candy bar is out of reach. She gives it one more try. "Two or three?" I ask my wife. Two and a half, she sighs. Sweet girl dressed all in pink, the bottoms of her feet. Asphalt black from runn... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Making choices: 6 of 75
Decisions Already Decided The flashing red lights signal the approaching train, a freight, but I already know that from the sounds, the whistle, the click-clack screech of steel rubbing together under the strain of the boxy monsters. It makes a different sound in each direction, the thinner of the two from the South, not ... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Death of a parent: 1 of 12
Capter 24 "Prodigious Savant" Father Spears held the chalice above the casket and chanted, "Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of power and might, heaven and earth are full of your glory, hosanna in the highest. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, hosanna in the highest." The priest lowered the chalice to his lips and ... More..