In February of 2016, I was taking a creative writing course where we attempted to create characters. One assignment was to take two characters from our favorite book, movie, or TV show, and put them in a scene with a completely new and different setting. I chose two characters from a mid 1960s TV show…

The alarm sounds. Hit the snooze button once, twice, three times just to be safe. You’ll need those extra winks to do well on your first day on the job. Grab your phone and check your email, twitter, and Facebook. But don’t be late for work! You need to pay for those high tech gadgets…

Clack! Clack! Clack! The car moved slowly upwards. At the top of the arc, the car seemed to stop. Clack! She stared into the endless void of blue. Her eyes tried to lock on to any detail but there was none. It seemed as if she was stuck in time. She looked down at the…

As I listened to the conversation, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. A young woman was talking to an older woman. “I just can’t do it,” the younger woman said. “No matter how much you explain, I will never understand.” Her frustration was obvious, but I had trouble hearing them over the noise of…

Jack bent the window blinds and peered outside. A tall woman in a business suit stood outside the front door of the house. She carried a large envelope. It was late afternoon. The sun hung behind her and cast her silhouette against the window. The suburban street was quite. The houses all in a row…

I wrote this poem(?) in my early teenage years before high school. These thoughts helped me through many difficult times throughout my entire life. In 1992, I took that old, tattered piece of notebook paper I had held onto for so many years and transcribed it in to a word processing document. That document, along…

At times during the 1990s, I would jot down thoughts and ideas. I have snippets of stories and poems scattered across various boxes and digital medium. I recently found an archive of mine from 2000. Most of what I wrote is shit, but I sort of like this one. My poetry(?) tends to be abstract…

I wrote this story one day at work. I was bored. Totally, completely bored. You have no idea how mind boggling bored I was. The company I worked for would often run out of work for us to do. I was reading an article on the web about Near Earth Asteroids and, as I had…