In our lives there are always going to be places, people, things, and events that mean more to us than to anyone else. Sure, people will appreciate these things but they will not mean as much as they do to us. One of those things for me is BACK FROM NOTHING, my book of short… Continue reading 10 years…
Tag: fiction
The Ones That Get Away
Twice I can recall times where writing just broke my heart. The first time was I was still a teenager and had been working on a story called Road Kill for what must have been weeks. It was the longest piece I had written I was really proud of it. I had a notebook I… Continue reading The Ones That Get Away
Last Love – story
A note on this. The thing about this story is that it didn't begin the way it ended up. It was meant to be a story about a man who met his last love in life. As I sat on the story though the idea changed. It became about a man who was more than,… Continue reading Last Love – story
Suicide Anthem – story
Suicide Anthem And DING goes the door and another customer. Hi, hello, how are ya, blah, blah, blah. The same come on to someone I have probably seen a hundred times but can’t remember. That’s the one thing this job has in common with porn – after a while, they all start to look the… Continue reading Suicide Anthem – story
It ain't good, it's great…
Sometimes I think we get too caught up in the whole greatness game. Sure, sure, we all wanna be good, great, or just pretty darn decent, and forget why it is we do what we do. With writing, I have always had the sense to just do it, and not worry about where I will… Continue reading It ain't good, it's great…
Alexander and the Monsters
Alexander and the Monsters The boy woke up with a start, heart racing and his forehead sweaty and knew he was not alone in the room. He looked out into the darkness and saw two small pinpoints of orange light that hovered not far from him and he let out a sob. A tear slid… Continue reading Alexander and the Monsters
Dedicate
Dedicate It’s ugly, what we do in the name of love. Wielding it like a weapon against the world, more often than not against the ones we claim to adore the most. I have done things, things I would never have imagined before, before my love, but things change. We change. Love changes everything. Love… Continue reading Dedicate
Where are the new Classics?
Of late I am reading, and reading terribly slowly, STARSHIP TROOPERS by Robert Heinlein. It's a fine book, pretty interesting but damn is it dry. Ack. I need to take a drink every five pages. Seriously. Reading the book though it occurs to me that I haven't read a sci-fi book that isn't before the… Continue reading Where are the new Classics?
Seen but Unheard
Ok, I wanted to add a bit to somethin' I said in an earlier blog about how everything should be seen, every story read, every story told, or something like that. Well, I don't change that, at all, but i do amend it in that, well, sometimes you can see why the stories are not… Continue reading Seen but Unheard
They – a story
Well, being that it is the eve of Valentine's, I thought I should try to do something special for my girlfriend, who has been through a lot with me in three years. I am not so great at a lot of things and even though it's debatable whether I get this whole writing thing or… Continue reading They – a story
Giving it Away
Now, I dunno if anyone prefers giving a gift, talent, skill, or art away as much as they like getting something for it. It isn't that there is greed as much as a sense of value to what you do AND the fact that you do have to eat, as romantic as it is to… Continue reading Giving it Away
Hid – story
Hid “Where are they – come on dammit, where did you put them?” “Ahh…so that’s what this is about? Them?” “Amy? Amy where are you? Are you here? Amy have you seen your brother? Dave? Dave? I swear, ever since he turned sixteen he’s never around. If he isn’t out in his car he’s in… Continue reading Hid – story
The Things in the House – story
This was a story first published In BARE BONE. Sorta silly but creepy and fun. The Things in the House The things in the house know when They are gone. Until then, the things hide like children, beneath stairs, in cupboards, in walls. When darkness creeps over the flesh of the house, the things slip… Continue reading The Things in the House – story
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 