Work crews were quickly established by the overseers. They made life a living hell for the weak, disabled, the starving, which there was much of the latter days of concentration. Since he was ‘single,’ he was assigned housing with a female, a girl actually barely 14-years old. He was threatened with violence if he failed…

Took’em nearly half-a-century, but hippies finally managed to get marijuana legalized and haircuts outlawed.

From my disorganized card table writing desk, in a dimly lit room we call the ‘library,’ on a blustery afternoon in May 2020, I am writing. There are a few things on my mind including my wife’s health, my health the Corona Virus, the continued Nevada state lock down to prevent its spread. Those are…

The first days of martial law were difficult. He had spent much of the time prior to the great lock down preparing for that specific eventuality. Not only did he locate a hiding spot in the hills above and west of their home, he inlaid it with canned foods and bottled water. Elsewhere, he dug…

The guy that stole my identity last week, now wants to give it back.

With my many apologies to Jack London… The old man sat under his own personal totem. As he did he, watched the ground squirrel he trapped in a loop earlier that day, roast over the open pit fire in front of him. His stomach growl loudly and he thought, “It is a good thing to…

My wife got me good after I complained about my bad back. She turned it on me, saying, “The front’s pretty screwed up, too.”

UPDATE: US-95 is now open. Because of my ongoing battle with insomnia, I wasn’t in a deep sleep when it happened. As it did occur, I thought perhaps my wife was rolling over roughly or maybe both dogs had decided to re-situate themselves at the same time. I was wrong on both counts… What began…

Again — where does inspiration come from? Here’s another example. This time I’m using a prompt-service (#vss365) which provides a daily word to build a story around. In this case, each paragraph is a separate ‘tweet’ (on Twitter) that I’ve built into a near 300-word tale. Johnny Red Legs crept through the crags to his…

The hamlet, with even cobblestone paths, manicured lawns, trimmed hedges and perfect facades, is idyllic. Flowers bloom everywhere and not one vehicle is in the street. The air breathes of vanilla-bean, baked-bread, lemon-drops, ocean breezes, and I’m confused, lost. A woman walks up, “Hello, dear, how did you get here?” “I’m not sure,” I answer,…