A yelp jolted Atom back from that darkness. Unlike the previous surfacing, Atom rose from unconsciousness to immediate and full alertness. He surveyed his surroundings with a practiced eye, tested his restraints, and formulated possibilities. The armored woman still stood beside the hatch, but she had donned her helmet. Atom recognized her height …
So what is it that these 3 writers have in common – that they should headline this post? Charles Dickens here might be obvious: he’s the most popular, well-known, and widely acclaimed for his literary talents. Carl Winderl . . . certainly less so: except for those on the que vie – …
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When we arrived at the outskirts of Keene, Tammy slowed the car. The leadfoot finally let up, popping the goat into neutral and coasting down the main street of the town with a minimal rumble. “She has to be here somewhere.” Tammy leaned forward with intensity. “Where do we even start?” Sean …
We drove. Not far, mind you, but we put enough distance between us and the diner that it wouldn’t look suspicious when we pulled over and stopped on the deserted highway. “We doing this?” I turned sideways in the front seat so I could see everyone, including the brown paper package nestled …
It's not every day that I pitch a book not my own. However, today is one of those days. I'm proud to announce that both my father, Carl Winderl, and myself will be publishing books this year. While mine might have more pew-pew, my dad's book definitely compels the reader to think. The Gospel According …
Yesterday I put out the first part of a follow-up short story that tracked Mac and the crew on a new adventure. You can read the original short, A New World. Also to save you confusion here's part 1 of this short - Follow-up: The Dark Road. *** After we survived our first night under …
A while back, several years to be exact, I wrote a short about what the zombie apocalypse would look like to a group of partying teens. The short was a written to answer a question I had after a vivid dream. The story was called Welcome to the New World and was written in a …
The springs, a mineral rich byproduct of the station’s gas mining process, occupied an entirely separate ring above the top deck of the inn. A hundred meters across, the spa spun on a gear independent of the main station gravity fields. An oasis of steamy pools and faux rocks tucked between the barren waste …
After an overwhelming fall, things may finally be settling. Today I rose early and kicked my kids out of their beds. Grabbed my cup of coffee. Snatched a peaceful moment for devotions ... and now I'm sipping that coffee as I watch snow drift over the hills of Corning from my office window. Project 86 …
There are times in life where writing is the absolute last thing on my mind. There are also times where it feels downright impossible to come up with anything creative. Right now it feels like my imagination has locked the front door and retreated to huddle in the far corner of the attic. For the …
