Well, not really but that sounds way cooler than - welcome to my blog of words! Or... Welcome to my interweb word orgy. See, no one likes to go to word orgies 'cause they're gross. You lose track of which is a pronoun, which is a noun and, in the end, you end up with… Continue reading Welcome to Thunderdome
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So It Is – a story
this was inspired by a story a friend told me about someone's pregnancy and the story haunted me and this was the result. So It Is. The sky meets the ground, the ground meets the sky and I am trapped in the heart of the blue, twisted and caught in it and pulled down below… Continue reading So It Is – a story
Dead Letters
Dead Letters Found in the remnants of rains that never fell, in the darkest corners of the broken heart, in the scars that crisscross your fragile form, I find dead letters of who you were. Taken, or given, we’ll never know, left to mutter through dead letters, dead bones, dead bodies and dreams, someone once… Continue reading Dead Letters
Hidden Eyes – story
Hidden Eyes It had only been a moment. Only a moment. It was only a moment but in that moment the sun ceased giving off its heat, the weight in the soldier’s hands became like lead, and the twenty-year-old’s blood turned immediately to ice. He felt suddenly cold beneath the sweat of the summer’s day,… Continue reading Hidden Eyes – story
A Frowning Jar (my birthday story for Miss Justin P)
A Frowning Jar So, I met this girl a couple of years ago when I was in college. Nice enough girl, a history major, but she never smiled. And when I say never, I mean never. It was the strangest thing. I had never, and have not since met someone who just didn't smile. Even… Continue reading A Frowning Jar (my birthday story for Miss Justin P)
Too Short in the House – loving the short story
It's weird to say but I can't really remember just when it was that I fell in love with short stories, or what story it was that did it. For me, the beauty and the sheer art of the short story is that you must still tell a full story, even if it's just the… Continue reading Too Short in the House – loving the short story
The Great Old American Whatever the Hell It Is…
Yeah, so if you're a writer I guess that you are supposed to chase after this grand notion of a Super-Fab novel that is going to change the city, state, world and the whole damned space-time continuum. Eh, count me out. It's not that I don't want to write the sort of a story or… Continue reading The Great Old American Whatever the Hell It Is…
Fanfare…
I have to be honest, I can't even fathom what it'd be like to have fans. And by fans I mean people that are not related to you, or are not friends or lovers of you. I just can't imagine it. Not even in a self-deprecating way. Just can't do it. I know that as… Continue reading Fanfare…
But what if they don't buy it?
ah, yeah, that question. the question that's at the heart of every writer that puts pen to paper, finger to key. sure, the bigger question is, naturally, what if they don't care, but cripes, that's the fear everyone with a passion has. i mean, you write for yourself, yes, up to a point, but then… Continue reading But what if they don't buy it?
What if they don't buy it?
there's something i have felt for a while and i have tried to ignore but it's become harder as i have gotten older. that thing is the perception that a writer is - 1. not an artist and 2. not a thing of quantifiable value. first things first - i don't consider my writing to… Continue reading What if they don't buy it?
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 