Reggie stepped into his house and let his bugout bag hit the tile with a satisfying crack. He closed the door on the white middleclass fakery behind him. Picket fences and station wagons dressed up to make people appear more civilized...
This is Part One of another story from my Empty Quiver Collection. Each story in the collection features Augments (superheroes) who appear as secondary characters in the Crimson Son series. Reggie's, or Danger's, sole power is the ability to sense trouble, much like Spiderman's "spidey sense"...
This story of mine was published earlier this year with The Junction, a Medium publication. It ended up getting very little exposure and was one of my last times to publish on that platform. Medium was an interesting experiment in the democratizing of publishing, for a while. Then, it seemed to become like every other algorithm-driven story platform where controversy, prolific posting, and glomming onto trends became the only means to achieve visibility. I'm terrible at all that. And as this story shows, following trends of any kind might not always be the best policy...
This was one of my earliest publications with another disappeared venue, Writer’s Haven. I haven't saved the best for last, more an indicator of how far I've come on this journey. This was a story inspired by a comment from my wife's grandfather. Brief, slightly mysterious, it goes for a slow revelation I have yet to master. And if you squint real close, you'll see Hurricane and Hound...
Thanks to the kind folks over at The Junction, my latest story has found a home...
A funny thing happened. If you recall, I posted one of my old stories which I won a contest with. Well, I won another one right after that...
Believe it or not, I won an actual contest with this one...
We've all had the same dumpster fire year. Bushwhacking through the chaos. But I'm back on the trail.
“I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours.” Everyone. Internet. 2020.
When I set out to write Ace Grant, I wanted to create a wholly American mythology. It needed to reflect our history, not simply write another Western European transplant of faye courts and vikings. Magic existed here long before those cultures arrived. Our story then is one of a fusion of cultures amid a migration full of triumph and tragedy. Complex, sure. But I knew one thing. The protagonists? They didn't look like me...
