Short Stories
ENOCH ASHLEY’S LAST SONG
Greg Baldry was sixteen when the band Frigid Pink released the classic song, Hou...
A SPACE IN TIME – CHAPTER 9
Chapter 9
After visiting Seward, the President and Stanton spoke quietly during...
THE LIBRARY OF UNWRITTEN BOOKS
July 2, 1961
Ernest Hemingway opened his eyes. Then he closed them again. When ...
REMEMBERING MY OLD MAN
Last Saturday, May 30th, marked the tenth anniversary of my father’s passing.
S...
THE LAST MANUSCRIPT OF ROBERT MORGAN
A Tale of Ambition and Temptation, and the Devil’s Bargain Behind American Liter...
JUST KEEP WRITING
Having nothing better to do on a rainy Saturday morning, one that unfortunately ...
A SPACE IN TIME – CHAPTER 8
“I don’t think you should be getting up, John,” Herold said.
Booth had alread...
LONG TRIP BACK TO DALLAS
Some stops change more than your route
Chicago traffic was unbearable, the ve...
THE NIGHT HE COULDN’T MISS
A playoff game, a fading career, and a performance no one could believe.
Jax ...
GAME EIGHT
We Finally Won the Big One
GAME EIGHT
We Finally Won the Big One
I’m si...