The orc scratched his cheek, considering the menu. “An order of bloodwaffles, please,” he spoke in a clear tenor voice. He ignored the two children tearing up their paper children’s menus who also sat in his booth. Hattie took his lead and also ignored the kids. “Would you like your bloodwaffles topped with anything?” One […]Read More IHOW
“Home,” Deren answered. The Sargon’s smile faded. His brows drew together. “Oh, dear, dear Deren, I would give you kingdoms and blessings beyond imagining for what you have done for us. I would give you a story that would end in glory. You have given so much and given up so much more. But I […]Read More The Peace of Home
I went to the comic shop like I do just about every week and got my stack of books. I noticed something… different this time around. Here’s what I grabbed the latest issues of: Usagi Yojimbo – the story of a samurai in feudal Japan. Except all the characters are anthropomorphic animals. It’s actually a […]Read More A Trip to the Comic Shop Helps Me Write
OK. Maybe I didn’t make the smartest choice. Maybe. Don’t give me that look. Hey, just because my girl – all right, ex-girl – why you gotta go correcting my stories all the time? You and me, we’re not dating. You don’t get that right. And no, you’re not my type, so don’t get any […]Read More My Girl
My wife left. OK, don’t panic, she just took the kids to go visit her family a few states away for an early Christmas. I can’t get away, so I’m baching it this weekend. (Baching is short for “being a bachelor,” right? Well, that’s how I use the word, so deal with it.) Lord willing […]Read More Creating Something More
They stood at the end of the world, the cliff overlooking the sea, golden waves of grass behind them, a champagne sea before them reflecting the explosion. They watched as the shock wave raced toward them. Beside them the wreckage of a skimmer lay smoking. She put her hand in his. “Do you remember,” she […]Read More In Memoriam
So the other day I was thinking about Star Wars and Jesus. Like ya do. Anyway, I realized that Christians are like Chewbacca. Not that they’re big and hairy (though some Christians are) and not that they smell (though some do). It’s not that they deserve medals when their friends get them all. Nor is […]Read More Be the Wookie.