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A big, damned hero

Genre: Horror


I grab my mimosa and return the gesture. “Here’s to the crazies.”

The glasses clink just as the front door is forced in.

Warnings: graphic gore, death, serial killer short story

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Newbury Street (poem): 

You are in a subway station.

You’re down on your last dime and you just need two more nickels.

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After being shot in the head and, from what he remembers, dying; John Forrester wakes up in a lab. He realizes something isn’t right when he’s practically glowing and the orderlies have him restrained. Being the stubborn soldier he is, John Forrester eventually escapes, but to what?

With no identity, a new hardware-enhanced body, and some crazy feds on his tail–what’s a man on the run to do?


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It’s a word you know right down to the bone,

Monosyllabic with so much undertone.

And it makes the wine taste sweeter, food richer.

And it paints with each exhale the perfect picture.


Sometimes you let the word rest on your chest;

Find the slot in your ribs where it fits the best.

Sometimes you hide it in fear it will be found

By other eyes, by your eyes, by those not around.


It is a word that you dream of in lucid color

And walk among its letters like with a lover,

But the embrace of it is warmer—that of a mother;

You wake from it, bereft, looking for another.


And when another speaks the word same as you,

When the arch of syllable sounds bold and true:

The word becomes more. The person the same.

And that word will slowly become their name.


It’s a word that you know right down to the bone

And that word is simple;

It is home.

A Big Damned Hero

Genre: Horror


I grab my mimosa and return the gesture. “Here’s to the crazies.”

The glasses clink just as the front door is forced in.

Warnings: graphic gore, death, serial killer short story

A big, damned hero

Once upon a time, there were these serial killers. They dominated the news. They dominated people’s dreams. Affectionately, by the caffeine crazed, sensation hazed media, the group—for no one alone could do all this, no one alone could leave such a long trail of bodies—was called the Bodysnatchers.

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Greetings from Deutschland!

I know this blog scarcely updates but maybe you noticed a longer pause than usual and I am here to give you a much deserved answer: I am in Germany.

The move was interesting and, I have to say, I would not have been able to do it without all the people who helped me. My parents made sure I kept my head screwed on straight in the lead up and the strangers I met in Germany, like my taxi driver who spoke to my house master for me, made sure I didn’t lose my head entirely. I do want to point out, since I am sure a few might be a little skeptical as to why I am studying in Germany if I couldn’t even talk to my house master in German. Well, I could talk to him in German, but he spoke a special dialect that I didn’t know and he didn’t feel like speaking High German–as a result we weren’t really speaking the same language. It sucked, but my taxi driver saw me having trouble and stuck around. Who ever said Germans are cold are liars.They are very nice, provided you are on time.

But who cares about the struggles, right?! Let’s see the adventures!

1. Tübingen

This little town is next door to the one I am studying at and is beautiful. They have two competing churches that attempt to ring their bells louder than the other on every quarter hour. Which is really funny because one goes and then the other starts to ring even louder. However, if you are in the bell tower when they happen to go off, like we had been, it can be a little less fun…

There is also a great brauerei: Gasrhausbrauerei. If you want something light and sweet, the Apfelweiß is delicious beyond compare. If you want something that actually tastes like beer, get the classic weiß beer.

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2. Achalm

After you hike past a neighborhood and then a bunch of sheep and a rather steep incline, you get some spectacular views. There is an old fire watch tower up top that you can get on top of and see for miles in the Schwabian Alps.


3. Hohenzollern Castle

This Castle was the original homestead of the Prussian empire. The chapels were beautiful, but sadly we could not take any pictures inside. The outside is rather gorgeous too. I also caught a glimpse of the prince, which pretty much made my week.

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Hey all!

I know I’ve been rather absent…for months…

I have had a story auto-posting, which was fun to set up. Apparently I messed the links up to the parts in the series, but now that is all fixed! You should check it out if you haven’t already–all parts now accessible from any one post in the series:


Next up should be a Science Fiction short story broken into 3 Parts 😀

Here’s a tease:



Yes it’s on the moon. And YES IT IS AWESOME.

Just sayin’