Evening drew near and the gloaming mixed with the continued rain to create a mist swirled soup. Atom opened his eyes. He had not slept through the afternoon, but Margo lay sprawled across his lap, trapping him beneath her toddler mass. “Koze,” he whispered. “Are Daisy and Shi still back on the Ticket?” Margo stirred …
Author: zachwinderl
Authors – Road Rage Specialists or Zenny Observers of the Universe
Somewhere along this long and twisted writing journey someone told me to use Twitter to promote myself. I have 734 followers and they are almost universally fellow writers. At this point Twitter is a support group. It's a great one at that. While perusing the Twitterverse I came across a meme that read something along …
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Hadrian’s Moon 1
Here's a blast from the past. I figured I would dredge up an old piece and dust it off. Who knows where it will end up. Please keep in mind that this is a rough rewrite. If I can carve some time from Atom & Go I might keep chipping away at this piece. Let …
Don’t You Just Hate a Good Book?
The other night I fell into the trap of reading after everyone went to bed. I started around 9pm and dragged myself out of my book around 2am. In all honesty, the time startled me. I had lost myself in an imaginary world created by someone's words. It set me to pondering on what makes …
Rifters… A Conclusion
Somewhere around the spring of that school year Chet and I had a meeting of the minds. We consulted with the bigwigs and after talking to ourselves we decided our new bestest bud was entitled to know our little secret. Now, I don’t believe this directly led to the second bump in our Rifter saga, …
The Rifters – Part 2
For the next few days we used those clickers like it was our job; like we were going to collect time-and-a-half or even holiday-pay. Chet and I had inadvertently become test subjects to what we could only surmise was our own invention. For several nights we tried to wrap our heads around how it …
Memoirs of a Rifter
In the beginning, God . . . nope. Newton said, ouch? Come on, Einstein said, I’ve got all these relatives and they're driving me nuts. The beginning, I hear that’s usually the best place to start. My beginning was the first day of college. Maybe it was the first week, because I definitely remember …
Sounds a Little Pitchy
Upon stalking myself on Amazon yesterday it came to my attention that I'm on the best seller list... at 1,128,593 on the Kindle list and 3,497,360 on the print list. I like round numbers, so I've set a goal of getting to 1,128,500 on Kindle and, you guessed it, 3,497,300 in print. Several ideas have …
Politics and Art
It feels like everywhere you look these days you find a political angle. I wonder at what point a movie stopped being entertainment and entered the realm of propaganda? Why can't a book be a book and a song about a bonfire at the beach not a platform about social reform? I remember certain bands …
Atom & Go 2.1
The man lay dying, not by Atom’s hand, but instead ravaged by a disease carving his lungs with more pain and precision than the gunslinger had ever inflicted on a living soul. Far beyond the help of doctors or med-docs, the man dozed in a comfortable, drug addled haze. “Lilly, be that you?” …
The Literary Busker 