: About Me

A place where everything and nothing makes sense is a sentence I've kept with me for a lot of years. Here lately it's making a lot of sense. I tend to go off on rants easily, and find it hard why others don't do the same.

You could say I'm eccentric.. without the money, yet. I try not to dwell or rehash old memories. Usually the bad ones come up the most. I've had a lot of loss in my life, so I'm pretty sarcastic when at all possible.

It isn't looking at the bad.. it's seeing the good.

It isn't wanting to commit acts of violence.. it's acting it out in a medium to where it doesn't end up on the 6 O'clock news. I want fame, but not that bad

My passion is ...

Knowledge and music have always been a tool in my writing.. plus different other kinds of stimulation helping and being helped.

I know too much about ...

A lot of things and not so much. I don't want to be the person who tries to tell you everything.. just the person who might suprise you in a conversation.

My parents always told me ...

They loved me and want me to be happy.

My childhood ambition ...

Was to be a special effects makeup artist. Also wanted to learn the funerary arts. Got as far as working at a cemetery and found out I already knew enough about death.

My favorite memory ...

Spring time and the smell of honeysuckle...

Why I write ...

To release the angels and demons.. then watch em go at it!

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

If I Were A Rich Man......

My first job ...

Long John Silvers.. many, many years ago...

My best moment ...

I've got a few.. I think the one that sticks out was when I was sitting at a coffee shop in Amsterdam with two women and two men. Complete strangers, and we were talking and laughing like we'd known each other for years.

My inspiration ...

God.. in it's many names and forms

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Murder in the city

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Typical Friday night in the big city he thinks to himself responding to a call close to Brockton Avenue. The hard rain from earlier in the day had slicked the streets making them mirrors to the flashing emergency lights ahead. An officer stretches crime scene tape across the alleyway as evidence is being collected. Getting out of his car he sees an attractive young girl in the back of one of the ambulances who looks horribly shaken as a female EMT rubs her shoulders through a warm blanket. "You picked a good night to come back to work," a man says walking toward him and they shake hands. "...

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