Teague is an underground man; he is amoral, anarchistic, gentle, urbane, and over-civilized to the point of decadence. He knows the hypocrisy of bureaucracy, the hatred implicit in religions and goes through life avoiding pain, keeping his emotions in check, and after that, being “cool” and looking for kicks. He is searching for something that transcends all the bullshit and often finds it in jazz.

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This is a quick piece of fiction I wrote during a moment of free time. I hope you enjoy it. There are all kinds of broken things in the world, but broken people are the worst. Broken people are tragic. Not like a broken toaster or vacuum cleaner. There’s nothing tragic—or even a little bit […]

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Chuck Wendig’s Famous “Flash Fiction Challenge” Topic: Write a short story based on a tweet by Magic Realism Bot. Tweet: A butler counts to ten. In that time, he lives twelve years as a 16th Century novelist. Length: 1,500 words (oops, I went over by roughly 500 words) It’s time for another shot at tackling […]

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Chuck Wendig’s Famous “Flash Fiction Challenge” Topic: Write a piece of flash fiction about a tree. Length: 1,000 words While working on the revisions to my first novel, I thought I’d finally take some time to un-muddle my brain and do some of the writing exercises proposed by a favorite author of mine: Chuck Wendig. I’ll […]

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Leaving Sierra Leone was a masterpiece. Every moment was recorded in my head, like the surreal digital camera work of Michael Mann in one of the late night taxi scenes in Collateral. I sat outside the BAST house, staring at the Africa Bar, at the large fruit bat flying overhead, at the brightly lit monstrosity of […]

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The train from Stuttgart to Brussels was hell. I couldn’t fly because the small prop aircraft wouldn’t allow my three heavy trunks. So I had to take the train. I had intended no taking the ICE, with only one stop-over in Cologne. But when I got to the station, the conductor told me there wasn’t […]