When do you write? (time of day, day of week.) Every weekday morning I get up with my wife and see her off to work. Next I grab a cup of coffee and sit myself in front of the computer. Writing takes second place as I busy myself with reading the news, other blog posts…

It was dark and she couldn’t find her clothes, but Mariko didn’t care. She slipped from the Coven’s clubhouse wearing only her denim vest with its ‘colors’ emblazoned on the back and as the asshole who ‘roofied’ her the night before was still passed out. In the parking lot, she slipped her getas on her…

The toaster dinged as the two pieces of burnt toast jumped from their slots. “Christ almighty, couldn’t you at least have popped them out before they burned?” I complained. He simply sat there in all of his silence. The lack of a response only made me angrier. “All you do is sit around the house…

And so the Raven came by night, taking the key to Edgar’s heart far away, to drop it into the deepest chasm could be found, forever irretrievable. Too long had it been hanging there, out in the open, for all the world to see, for all the world to take, to use. Not a soul…

They knew the lay of the land better heading south than they would going north. In fact there were several narrow canyons and ravines that they could use to evade the coming riders. “Not only can we delay them, we can fight them from there if push comes to shove,” Brady offered. Morning broke faster…

“You gotta plan to get us outta this?” John asked. “Yeah,” Brady answered. “I think we ought to go under to get around them.” John wrinkled his brow because he didn’t understand what Brady was suggesting. Brady kneeled and using his finger tips pulled a floor board up revealing the ground beneath. Within minutes he…

The sun was hanging above the cholla when Brady decided to stop and set up camp. By then he’d been on trail about three hours and had put Bixby some 10 to 12 miles behind him. As he began to clear away an area, he heard the sound of hoof-beats traveling fast towards him. As…

Wanting to lick my wounded pride from another employment rejection letter, I grabbed two chocolate chip cookies, my water-filled mason jar and headed out back. Sitting in a chair, next to a low table, under our tree, I looked up and asked, “So, now what God?” Above and behind me, I heard the flitting of…

John and Brady looked at one another as the voice stated, “Him. Not him.” Brady stepped forward, “Not you – him.” Surprised, Brady stepped back and John entered the store. Soon he came to the door way, “Come on in. Everything’s okay.” Still on edge, Brady came to the door way and stood. There he…

The desert slowly gave way to undulating hills and washes that slowed the pairs trek to Bixby. It appeared that there wasn’t an easy trail to the town or that they’d somehow missed it altogether. By noon of their third day traveling together, they came to a rise in the land and found themselves over looking…