Michael's Story (by L. Cushing)

About Me

Um... hello.
My name is Michael Malone, and these are my stories. I'm 25 years old currently, but a lot of the stories take place during various time periods in my life. They're really not in any cronological order, though I suggest you start with Mudo, which is going to be published in the Santa Clara Review in February. I'm kinda nervous about that, my story being out there where everyone can see...
I go to the University of Perinthus in New York, for creative writing and music. To make ends meet, I work at a local coffee house called Java the Hut. I took a few years off before going to college.. but I don't generally like to talk about those years.
I like to play guitar, write songs and poetry. And ramble about my life, I guess... though speaking is hard. I'm not a natural conversationalist at all.
Oh.. and there are some that say I am fictional, and that this lady is my creator. But I don't mind that any - if you write to me, I'll write you back. I figure I've got the right to exist, so long as I want to.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

My mother, again...

My Blog

Mother's Day Card

Dear Mom, I promise to:make my bedclean my room (even under the bed)do the dishestake out the trashdo my homeworkmow the lawngo to church floss my teethcome home on time sit up straightnever ask for ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:39:00 GMT

The New Kitten

"This is your new home, Clawdia."Both arms were still sore from the clawing that had earned her name, but now she was peaceful as I carried her around. "And I'm Michael Malone, so that makes you Cla...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:38:00 GMT

Californicating

I was backstage at a concert, already half drunk. I was staying with these guys down in Palo Alto, guys I barely knew but California was like that. Sometimes you just drifted from place to place, met ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:34:00 GMT

Vacancy

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence. -Edith Sitwell (1887 - 1964)I knew that someday I would have to return to my father's house. I couldn't just leave it until it got van...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:32:00 GMT

My First DVD Player

My VCR died this weekend, painfully and without dignity - a tape jammed into its open mouth, still blinking 12:00 mournfully. I was going to buy another one to replace it, but Jules and Mac convinced ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:31:00 GMT

Playing Scrabble

"Would it be nice to time travel?" I asked, pondering the possibilities.Jules grunted, and reached for the dictionary."No really, just think about it. You could affect the entire etymology of any word...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:30:00 GMT

Thoughts on Marriage

If I was to ever marry Jenny, I think I'd have to change fundamentally as a person. Maybe just to be more optimistic, to believe in the whole 'to death do us part'. I think it requires some suspension...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:28:00 GMT

Introduction

A wiser man than me once said that you only get one chance to make a good first impression. So this is it, that one chance and I hope I don't blow it. I'm not really all that fond of talking about mys...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:26:00 GMT

Changing History

Watching a lot of sci-fi has made me worry about accidentally changing history. Let's say I'm minding my own business, when suddenly I fall through a wormhole and wind up in the past. Hey, it could ha...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 14:26:00 GMT

My Vampiric Dentist

When I was a child, I remember dreaming that my dentist was a vampire. It wasn't all that much of a stretch. Clearly, he already had a certain sadistic mannerism- why else would he be in a profession ...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 14:24:00 GMT