Flying Pigs 11/21/21

Flying pigs come from Cincinnati, Ohio, the chili capital of the world. What, you didn’t really think it was Texas, did you? There was a time when more chili flowed out of Cincinnati than all of Texas combined (I cannot say if this is still true), but Cincinnati chili is not anything like Texas chili.

My Lantern 10/31/21

“How about freedom from the tortures you described? Promise me that if I set you free, you will spare me the horrors of Hell. Promise me that, Satan, and I will set you free.”

Linda 9/27/21

Today, I feel as if I can’t be as much help as I would like to be, and yet, I still try to be of service to others. The Freemasons teach that the way to change society is to model the behaviors we wish to see in others. As a Mason, I return to this lesson on occasion. Maybe, just maybe, my empathetic friends can change our world.

Friday the Thirteenth 8/13/21

every Friday the Thirteenth, I like to fly my Knights Templar flag (yes, I actually am a Knight Templar) just for those few brothers who might understand the reference.

Neck 7/15/21

Editorial note: the concept in this short story is very graphic and disturbing, even to me, and even as a work of pure fiction. Read at your own risk.

Succubus 6/16/21

If this story shows up as some form of fiction somewhere, beware. She is still out there. And she is still hungry. And this is as real as it gets.

Hero 5/8/21

that’s a long time ago in the fame game. It’s rare that anybody asks for my autograph these days.

Santa and the Pfeifengaf 12/23/20

Tobin watches as Santa leaves. He picks up the sprinkles and hands them to Mrs. Claus as she puts down the icing. Mrs. Claus looks at the elf, and a sly smile crosses her lips as she notices the concerned expression on his face. “Something on your mind, Tobin?” she asks.

First Night 12/11/20

A little over a week ago, I bought this house. Built about 120 years ago, I expect it to have a few problems. This is a true and honest account of my first night in my house.

The Chase 9/27/20

a “thud” and lurch let me know that they had hit my vehicle. I turned on my blinker and prepared to pull over to exchange insurance information when again I looked in the mirror. This time, the passenger was holding up a handgun.