From an unfinished manuscript found in a dumpster outside a diner in southern New Jersey: The phone rang again. The one that shouldn’t ring. The old payphone hung high up above the back door, Continue Reading > about Fiction: “Payphone”
I've never exactly been an accomplished fiction writer, but occasionally weird little storylings spill out of my brain. Sometimes I feel like sharing them. Do me a solid and don't reproduce them Continue Reading > about Fiction: "…And Time"