I’ve added the mandatory time travel story that I penned back in 1993. Killing Time is its name. Against my better judgement, I have also included the short-short The Little Boy Who Rode a Green Bike, for which I offer no explanation but profuse apologies. You will be a little dumber for having read it.
In Trolling for Fun and Profit I go medieval in a romp about a troll, a knight and the thief that gets caught between them. This is yet another story from my ever-fertile 1993 period. Enjoy!
I’ve added the strange little tale known as Hot Dog to the Fiction section. Enjoy it with a nice Coke or something.
I’ve re-jiggered the Short Fiction Introduction page to serve as a repository for links to all the stories collected here. I have added .pdf versions of Green Revolution, Sammy Takes a Dive and Sing, Toaster, Sing. Expect to see more added over the next few weeks as I tidy up the tales for proper interweb presentation.
I’ve added Sammy Takes a Dive to the Short Fiction page. This is another comic story but it’s a bit darker than Sing, Toaster, Sing. If I remember correctly, I wrote it in one sitting and when I read it a few days ago, the ending struck me as so disturbing and out of place that I changed it before putting it onto the site (the story was written back in 1992). I may include the original ending as part of the story’s commentary at some point.
I’ll probably have a story with a wee bit more substance up in the next week or so, including one about Mother Nature’s wrath that looks quaint in comparison to the actual hurricane-earthquake-tsunami-palooza we’ve been experiencing over the last year.
I’ve begun the process of collecting my varied attempts at short fiction and will start putting them up on the site. These stories date back anywhere from about 1989 to 1997. Yeah, it’s been awhile since I wrote fiction regularly.
Most of the stories are first or second drafts and I’ve only gone over them lightly, fixing some of the worst gaffes but leaving them pretty much as is. My main objective is to just get the damn things out, then to worry about making them good.