My thought on today’s interview is as follows: I got all dressed up to meet a man who didn’t wanna be there interviewing people for the position. So perhaps a little levity will break the disappointment… Well, Hell’s bell That interview Didn’t go well. My other thought is that perhaps I ought to dress like…

The people of Beowawe said the man had railroad smoke in his veins. For forty years, he’d stood beside the tracks, swinging his lantern through the Nevada dust to guide the locomotives westward. He was a flagman, proud and patient, until the day the coupling broke and sent a freight car rolling down the line.…

Every woman has a bit of Marilyn in her. You jus’ have to figure out if it’s Monroe or Manson.

After screaming for help and scratching at the box, buried far beneath the dirt, for hours, I gave up. I gave up my fear of the ungodly darkness, of suffocation, of death and let it come upon me in as natural a way as possible. That was two years ago. This morning I heard the…

The thicker my glasses get due to age, the better I can see through other people’s B.S.

The two elegant figures trotted up the ramp like the other beasts, two-by-two. But Noah turned them away telling them, “The time for magic had ended on Earth.” “But our rhinoceroses cousins are inside.” “Yes, but their horns, unlike yours, are not magical.” So the two Unicorn headed north and stood on a nearby mountain…

latent finger prints beaten and battered heart bruised up but not broken

“So, shall we do this thing,” John said. “If you think it’ll make us rich,” James answered. James caught up his horse and rode out of New Helvetia, heading to the water-driven sawmill he had built in nearby Coloma on the south fork of the American River. The idea was to salt the river with…

A home in the process of being built was severely vandalized recently, having nearly every bit of copper pulled from its walls. This incident is the catalyst for this horror story… Tanner quietly walked up the freshly asphalted street in southeast Reno, and into the cluster of houses under construction. He found one without the…

Brady rode the Mustang along the gravel flats of Beowawe, north of the railway, when the wind shifted. It carried a strange, fetid scent, not of sage or dust, but of something acrid and burning. The horse snorted, ears flat, and nearly threw him when the odor thickened. He pulled back on the reins and…