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I spent my childhood under my bed because monsters were kinder than my teachers. And classmates. And cousins. Mother said monsters are imaginary. Then she cleaned underneath my bed. The monsters followed me to seven different foster homes and may have contributed to my frequent reassignment. I taught community college writing for twenty-five years. My monsters stayed under my bed until I retired. Now they crowd my car and eat my food at drive-throughs (not to mention the occasional cashier's finger). We live with my wife Carol in Oak Hill, Texas, and rescue cats for http:/www.austinsiameserescue.org. Siamese, it seems, get along well with monsters.
Jan 26, 2019 · 1,015 words (4 minutes) · 1 like · 32 views
Are you new to the planet? Inspired to describe humans to readers on your homeworld? This article was discovered on the mother ship during my latest abduction experience.
Jan 10, 2019 · 882 words (4 minutes) · 1 like · 50 views
This story initiates a series of pieces called "I Was Abducted by Aliens in a Former Life" in which I reveal my experiences with alien abduction during former incarnations, including Marie Antionette's pastry chef, TelécQuxatl, Aztec Prince, and even Richard Nixon. What better way to introduce readers to my experiences than my first abduction as a pre-historic cave person.
Dec 17, 2018 · 1,024 words (4 minutes) · 2 views
On his tenth birthday, Clark fell from the butte overlooking Highway 7. What happened next surprised everyone. His parents cautioned him to hide his secret, which he did despite the many stories we've read that report a different outcome.
Dec 1, 2018 · 5,715 words (21 minutes) · 68 views
Helena Button—lifelong feminist, and college writing teacher—can't bear another creative writing class assignment on free association. What can they write that she hasn't read a hundred times? But her wise-ass white trash student Alex will write deliver a roller coaster of free association that breaks free from his paper and hurtles into her classroom.
Nov 17, 2018 · 1,639 words (6 minutes) · 1 view
Her laugh, more a smile and a slight cough, caught in her throat. She coughed again and caught the sputum with her palm. If only she hadn’t. We divined our future from that entrail. An iris pulsated within the phlegm. Nanites invaded her DNA. Rewrote her code. And, now they were in the open, they’d rewrite mine.