My grandpa used to tell me about the time
he followed the railroad halfway to Oklahoma City and instead lost the last two
fingers on his right hand. It was the night he snuck out the back door,
and I believe it was the spring just after his little brother Danny died. [...]Read more...
“Hey man, want a bagel?”It was a warm, late-spring day, and the snow in the park was slowly
relenting to the oncoming season. [...]Read more...
A quick story based on a buddy's Pathfinder character.The tavern was quiet as the night grew late, the fire in the hearth
burning low, and only a handful of patrons remained in the smoky common
room. [...]Read more...
Cigar smoke hung milky blue in the sweltering air about the three
associates, tumbled and scattered by the lazy overhead fan. Two of the
men, wearing matching suits, watches and haircuts, each likely worth a
small fortune, sat across from Joey Bagliano, hands folded, eyes intent. [...]Read more...
John sat on the curb, absently watching the mounting commotion across
the detritus-strewn street. Sirens echoed up the road and rebounded off
towering skyscrapers, Doppler-wailing like a mounting crescendo to
celebrate the end of his life. [...]Read more...