ART. FICTION.
Yes, you've been re-directed here because Leigh and I have decided to pull the plug on dear Ann. She passed away sometime early last Friday. But please... do read on? We had a good run. We wrote a great book ("Krissy's Notebook") together, knocked out a couple of good short stories and rough-drafted a lot... Continue Reading →
I've screwed around with this story so much- sooo much. But now I think I finally have it right. I've made it richer, made it darker. The main character went from being a relatively flat, hapless housewife who's had something terrible happen to her, to being a tortured, regret-filled woman with a barely-hidden mean streak-... Continue Reading →
Pt. 1: (The Locomotive) The big car finally slides to a stop in the cold, snowy darkness. She slams it into PARK, then closes her eyes. Breathe Gardy… Just breathe. In… She inhales slowly. Out… She exhales, slower still. In… Out… Until her heart finally slows- There’s no room for error. In… Out… And her... Continue Reading →
"Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all." Yeah, tell that to Diane... The following is a dark little short that I'd written back in my Ann William days. I like it very much though, and thought I'd re-post it again here for your reading enjoyment. "Party Balloons" 1... Continue Reading →
