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, …
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, …
I think Eldritch House is supposed to be a comedy. I wrote it in 2001 after reading far too much Lovecraft.
The date I last touched this is 2002, but I think it dates back to around 1999. With many of my short stories, I was clumsily trying to connect them to The Very, with the idea of ultimately folding them …
The third and final part of “A Weekend.” I don’t remember where this Beatles thing came from. I was probably just listening to them while I was writing. Also, I’m not gay.
I love this one, because I was reading Moody Food… This was before I had decided to start a publishing company, and before I even had an inkling that I would launch that company with a reprint of that same …
I’ve recently had the (mis?)fortune of rediscovering the “fiction archives” from Dirtyfreaks.com, which was Greatsociety’s URL from April 2001-December 2002. As well as just being a place to vent, the initial purpose of Dirtyfreaks.com was to have an outlet for …
“Look at me, Paul. I’m not joking.” Paul clasped his elbows and looked into Remo’s stern countenance. The jowls and eyebrows bound a face of determination. “This is only short-term. My home has become a target for bricks and angry …