This one was completed in 1993, and as you follow my retarded novel project you’ll see that I stole my own characters and storyline, which goes a long way towards proving that I only have one story to tell.
This was a “margin scribbling” while I was engrossed in my post-apocalypse novel during 2003. The same novel I constantly threaten to serialize on Fridays but have, as yet, failed to do. While working out problems with characters and situations, I’d pound out these little side story exercises, which is what inspired the below. Also […]
US 219 crosses US 50 right before you hit the West Virginia border. During college, I drove that road several times a year traveling between DC and little Elkins, WV. At night, the crossing can be spooky. A gas station, forever abandoned, is the only nearby building, and a lonely stop sign on 219 has […]