The Writer

He motioned with his left hand at the girl as she walked by his table, his head still down looking at his journal. “More coffee?” she asked motioning toward his empty coffee cup, briefly stopping on her way to the counter. “Yes and keep it filled”, he muttered at her with an air of annoyance. “Sure thing”, the young waitress replied as she bounced away to the counter grabbing up the coffee pot. “Anything to go in it?” she inquired as she refilled the mug, smiling in that vacant way too many people have that have not really experienced life. Jesus H. Christ, he thought to himself, how hard is it to remember after three days that he only took his coffee black except for the occasional Irish whisky he would spike it with. “Just hot, strong and black. NothingContinue reading… The Writer

Scent of Home

This is another short-short story I wrote a couple of years ago. You might notice that it is not sci-fi which is my general comfort zone. Both of these were submitted to a contest for stories of 1500 words or less, hence the extreme brevity of the stories.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it (even though I think it really is a piece of garbage). So sit back for a couple of minutes and take a read. “What are you doing here? Why do you keep coming back into my life?” Angeline’s heart jumped into her throat. The coffee she had just taken from the counter threatened to spill over her hand she shook so violently. I know that voice, but from where? Oh, my God! It’s him. Turning in the direction of theContinue reading… Scent of Home

A Titan Nightmare

This is a short-short story I wrote a little while back. It’s short and simple but I hope you will enjoy it. The first thing Paul Winclef noticed was the complete silence that was only broken by the sound of someone breathing heavily. He struggled to open his eyes to find the source but could only see darkness. After a few more minutes of listening to the breathing and trying to see anything at all he reached up to wipe his eyes only to have his hand hit the face plate of his helmet. He quickly realized where he was and the sound he was hearing was his own labored breathing. Things were not right with his world. In fact, things could not be more wrong. Commander Paul Winclef was Earth’s first human to reach Saturn’s moon, Titan. The trainingContinue reading… A Titan Nightmare