Short Story - August |
Every day the plaster would fall, and soon a picture began
to form, a
lake, trees, storm clouds. One day a lumber truck came by and a young
couple
appeared in the left corner. Tw...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 15:35:00 GMT |
from my novel Riverbird- (Pic as a child) |
from my novel Riverbird- (Pic as a child)The massive spring rains floated all flowers away as father and son flew from their old streets. He remembered the truck that took them to Montville, its whee...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 20:30:00 GMT |
from my novel Riverbird- (Pic meets Ally and suspense!) |
from my novel Riverbird- (Pic meets Ally and suspense!)Pic watched in between those glass cutting blades, as angels appeared in the kerosene that ran slowly over the glass, and all tore into each oth...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 20:28:00 GMT |
from my novel Riverbird- (A few words on Ally) |
A few words on Ally&Ally is an angel.Her father died on the same day as John Fitzgerald Kennedy, November, 22, 1963. He was stabbed coming out of a corner bar, Allys mother cried for three weeks stra...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 20:25:00 GMT |
from my novel Riverbird- (A few words on Father Murphy) |
A few brief words on Father Murphy&No man, not even a priest ends up drinking that much without some great background story. Father Murphy was a boxer in a much larger city, in a great state in the no...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 20:19:00 GMT |
from my novel Riverbird- (A small bit on Sheriff Charles) |
A few words on Charles BanksThe week-kneed sheriff, the greasy haired short shaky handed pipsqueak, the cowardly four-eyed runt, the chicken, the good for nothing lazy soft-boned dipshit. Well thats ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 20:02:00 GMT |
FACTORY- 1st Story from My Novel- |
FactoryOnce our heroine was swayed violently beneath the parading feet of a thousand youths,Once her lights convulsed, and dimmed, and brightened, with the summer's lightning and thunder,Once she caug...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 19:16:00 GMT |
