I missed last weeks deadline, which, if you've been paying attention, is roughly Sunday-writing, Tuesday-publish, at the latest. I had a bit of a rough weekend. Turns out Berlin beers are not that good for me.
I had one. Honest. That's how bad they are for my system.
I am working on a story at the moment - I did still get a good start on Sunday - that I hope to have finished up for this weekend. It's a bit of a post-apocalyptic number, so that's new for me. I will be on vacation for the next couple of weeks, as well, so I'm not sure if I will get something published over that time. I will make sure I can get a story written while I'm gone.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
A Letter Recalling Miss Clara Beaumont
May 21, 1901.
Dear Mr. Phinneaus,
I hope my letter finds you in good health and recalls me, Miss Clara Beaumont, to you.
I must first and foremost confess, ever since your visit to out little town of St. Charles Ferry, I have not been able to clear you from my mind. Your heroic actions, not unlike a Hercules, have also made a tremendous impression on me and the town as a whole.
Were you aware that the mayor has commissioned a statue, in your honor, to be placed in the town square? It is to be place very near to the monument to Fallen Soldiers of the Grand Army of the Republic - a high honor indeed, sir. Your great reputation has you dealing with all kinds of other-worldly events for the most important of worldly men, that I would certainly not think poorly of you, if you have forgotten us.
Dear Mr. Phinneaus,
I hope my letter finds you in good health and recalls me, Miss Clara Beaumont, to you.
I must first and foremost confess, ever since your visit to out little town of St. Charles Ferry, I have not been able to clear you from my mind. Your heroic actions, not unlike a Hercules, have also made a tremendous impression on me and the town as a whole.
Were you aware that the mayor has commissioned a statue, in your honor, to be placed in the town square? It is to be place very near to the monument to Fallen Soldiers of the Grand Army of the Republic - a high honor indeed, sir. Your great reputation has you dealing with all kinds of other-worldly events for the most important of worldly men, that I would certainly not think poorly of you, if you have forgotten us.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Navel Gazing
In the beginning, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. I mean, think about it: no space, no time, no matter, just nothing. A whole lot of nothing. Or a whole little. Hard to think about, isn't it? But, that sort of nothing didn't last long[1].
The Universe happened.
The Universe happened.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Go
"What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Where the hell were you last night?"
"I was out."
"Damn it, Artie, that's not an answer."
"Look, Dad, you know I was out with Dak and his buddies. We were just hanging out."
"Until seven this morning? No, that's not acceptable. Not in my house. You will get ready for school and get on your way, right now. And as of right now, you are grounded. When you get home, I will tell you for how long."
"What? You're kidding me. I was just out late! It's not like we got into any trouble or anything."
"Grounded. Final. Go."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Where the hell were you last night?"
"I was out."
"Damn it, Artie, that's not an answer."
"Look, Dad, you know I was out with Dak and his buddies. We were just hanging out."
"Until seven this morning? No, that's not acceptable. Not in my house. You will get ready for school and get on your way, right now. And as of right now, you are grounded. When you get home, I will tell you for how long."
"What? You're kidding me. I was just out late! It's not like we got into any trouble or anything."
"Grounded. Final. Go."
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