She was sitting in the hospital’s Chapel. “May I?” the young man asked. “Sure.” “Oscar,” he said, as he held his hand out. “Janet.” “Praying for someone?” “My mom. She’s in surgery – heart transplant. What are you here for?” “I’m an organ donor.” “Really?” “Yeah, got a call this morning that I’m a match.”…

As a writer, I’m always looking for that next story – the one where art imitates life. It doesn’t come around often and the reverse is even less frequent. Such was not the case last night as my wife and I lay in bed… To begin with, I am terrified of spiders. I’ve had a…

The first rule to writing is to write what you know about. No wonder I have so much time on my hands.

As a kid I was a liar for telling stories but as an adult, I’m known as a writer. No wonder I’m confused.

Grandma had an antiquated, mostly yellow umbrella rack, decorated with green eldritch beasts with long tentacles and red eyes. It resided behind her front door and held a lone, but very large looking black umbrella with an even darker, hook-shaped handle. “You must never, under any circumstance, ever touch that umbrella – even if it…

“Quit bellyaching! They’ll be here.” “Ain’t no one coming to visit us.” “I can hear their footsteps!” “You can?” “Yes, now dust off your tombstone – we’re dead, not bums!” “Okay.”

Like making your bunk, regulation-style, or maintaining a proper gig-line, it’s a common item that every branch of the US military shares: socks. They are a great source for individual training and discipline because the instructions are easy; pull your socks all the way up and keep them up. The moral: find that common point…

“Yes, I know all about the legends…myths – whatever you wanna call them,” she said as she stripped down to her bikini. “They’re not true and I’m still gonna do it.” It was dead of winter and the ice was a foot thick in the middle of Convict lake. With her boyfriends help, she had…

Damn it! I wasn’t gonna write today, but then I got this friggin’ plot-line in my head and 30 minutes later… “They say the house is haunted,” the Realtor stated. “More than likely rodents,” the buyer returned. “No. We fumigated the building, so there shouldn’t be a rodent or insect in sight.” “Either way, I’ll…

My new word has been officially accepted and published…