“You know, you say, ‘fine’, but what I think you really mean is, ‘a spire of volcanic rock just spewed out of the ocean and cooled before our eyes and I have my doubts the boat can turn fast enough.’  Is that what you mean by, ‘we’re fine?'” Allan asked.

The captain, beard waving in the ocean breeze, body moving up and down with the roll of the waves, narrowed his eyes and raised his looking glass, brushing aside Allan’s concerns.

“I’ve seen much worse,” the captain assured the young man.

“When?” Allan protested.

“We’re probably fine,” The captain corrected.

Just Pictures

via Pixabay

“Pictures.  They’re just pictures.  You know what people can do with Photoshop these days? Come on. No one will believe they’re real.”

“Reality is constructed, built upon that which people see.  If it can be seen, it can be believed.  Right now, even the possibility that something can be seen builds reality for some.”

“Dave, come on, man. Look, look, I’ll delete the files.”

“You know what people can do with cloud storage these days?”

“Nah, no, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You saw too much, Marcus.”


“I am sorry for this. You were a good photographer.”

People on the Highway

With the book promotion (free book right here!) going on, I thought perhaps now is time to get back into the series that started it all.  Ah, nostalgia.

I took a new job about six months ago.  No longer working from home, I have taken to a regular commute.  I’m only on the road for thirty to forty minutes in the morning, but rejoining the commuter lifestyle has been incredibly odd.  That is in part because I am on the road at 5:00 in the morning.

5am is a totally different beast than 7am.

Most notably, car accidents are different at 5am.

Today’s tale: Dude, where’s my bumper? Continue reading

Deck and Amy and the Visit


“Kitchen looks great. Thanks,” said an appreciative Deck as he entered the room.  “Wait. Why is the kitchen so clean?” His appreciation gave way to fear.  He knew what this level of clean  meant.

Amy, from the other side of the kitchen, turned to stare with wide, anxious at her husband, her yellow rubber gloved hands wrapped around a mop, and said words she that caused dread on the brightest of days, “my parents are coming.” Continue reading

In The Depths of the Sea

Champagne bottles popped open and cheers roared through the radio.  The mission was successful.

“You did it, Henri!” Shouted the mission commander, Captain Joann Vandenynas.

Henri had been dreaming of this moment since he could dream.  All his life he wanted to see the deepest reaches of the ocean.  He trained in engineering, marine biology, obscure mathematics, could recite word for word entire Cousteau documentaries; he was going to conquer the ocean.  Now that he sat in the most advanced submersible ship ever constructed, staring at a place of the earth no human had ever seen before, he allowed himself a smile.

“Wouldn’t be here with out, Jo,” Henri said.  Tear welled in his eyes.   Continue reading

Free Book! People on the Highway Volume 2

All week long People on the Highway Volume 2 will be available for free!  Enjoy 26 short stories all about the weird and wondrous world of commuters.

You can add it to your Kindle Library by clicking here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017Z4WJHK

or here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B017Z4WJHK (yeah it looks like the link above)

You can do the ol’ copy and paste the link into your URL bar.

You can even click the book’s ugly cover:

PotH 2


I hope you enjoy it.  I tried to make it not suck.  If you have time, I’d love if you’d review it too.  Now I’m just getting pushy though.  Enjoy the book! Thanks for being awesome.

People on the Highway Volume 2

PotH 2


People on the Highway Volume 2 is done, finished, complete, and that ends my knowledge of synonyms there.  Starting Monday, this very Monday the 16th it is going up on Amazon for free.


Check that link Monday, and back here because I’m going to be insufferable about this promotion next week, for updates.  I hope you like it. Stories are better than the cover.  Hopefully.