GeneralI love a good story. I will take time to write on my favorite authors as I have time, but more importantly will post some of my own stories and snippets for your critical eye, dear Reader. I'm still kicking myself for not writing Stanislaw Lem and Kurt Vonnegut while they still lived... Short StoriesI wrote a few stories while an undergraduate, but unfortunately they haven't survived the winds of time or the heads of the hard drive. I will have to revisit a few of them in a rewriting mood. I remember particularly "The Descent," a story inspired by Poe, about a man who considers the many possible ways to murder his wife, thus with each downward step he becomes more of a withered animal. I also remember writing a story about a bully named Sam, for some allegorical reason which eludes me now. More recent stories include "'I am the Grim Reaper,' responded the writer," an homage to the verbal stylings of Harlan Ellison and a science-fictiony romp called "The Dark Kiss of a Dream" about an unwilling stowaway in a living vessel. I hope to post them after they receive a proper once-over. On April, 2006, I freewrote A Light in the Night Sky. 2007 has been a year of writing fury for me. Over January and February, I wrote an 18-pager, Some Thing in the Walls, a story about a man and wife who move into an old Victorian house in a small Texas town. In March, I wrote The Marionetteer, a tale about a man who can never seem to find a nice home for his creations. In May, after returning from a trip to Italy and Germany, I penned a tale about a similar return, spiced up for horroriffic effect, An Acquired Taste. In August, I thought of how horrific it could be to commit a petty crime, only to have it turn greater, and wrote a story called Mistaken Indemnity. Shorter StoriesSometimes a story the length of a joke can be as effective and enjoyable as a full-length short story. I wrote many one-page stories in my post-undergraduate proto-professional days, many of which I hope to dredge up if for no other reason than my own uncontrollable nostalgia. I've been keeping a blog of my latest speculative fiction thoughts, which, arguably could be considered short stories themselves, specfict. Children's StoriesNot to confine them to merely an adolescent audience, these were written with the intent of encouraging youth. |
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Brr! Frigid Upstate New York is so pretty |
