Shamsiel One Shamsiel's large shoulders were not tired, but they would have been, if he had been a human. The bright blue angel had nothing else to do but to watch and think. There was no exertion, no weariness when it came to the beings in his realm. They did not...
I love writing fiction. As much as possible I try to let my gift flourish in my off times and times I set aside specifically for writing. And it always seems like I’m writing about things that could, or should already be put into a movie, or at least a TV show like...
You would think that something so simple as urine would never serve a purpose other than the purpose of disposal... If so, then you would be wrong. The fact that urine serves as a foaming agent is often overlooked in the conversation. But how many people would ever...
Maybe I would just call it "Snickerdoodle Vomit". A light brown, sure—but I hadn't seen this exact color in such a large area before. I supposed that I've seen most colors, but when you define them down to a single number, it was somehow satisfying. I didn't...
Preface Around 1994 I began writing a series of ten books called: “Worlds Without End” and they were going to be just the thing to put me on the map. I had poured hours and months and years into a make-believe modified pinwheel galaxy eons from earth, far out...
The only time he saw the moth clan was in the night. It was always in the same room, a cottage style bedroom with only a small orange molded chair and a student’s desk against the wall. The walls were lime green on two sides and it was upstairs. He knew it was...
I had just gotten Toasty and Gondor some grass from outside; they hadn’t liked their new diet at all. It was healthier, but my boys just wanted to eat the junk cat food I found at the dollar store, instead of the healthier food that cost a little more. Silly cats...
And so there I was, writing this story just after watching some videos of survival in the mountains and it occurred to me to involve cryptids. I guess, after writing my first novel: By the Gates of the Garden of Eden, it shouldn’t come as a shock to me that I wanted...
The story of the "Modern Epistle'' writing series began when I took a job delivering the local newspaper. Working in the middle of the night afforded me some small pleasures. During the day, I would write my novels, and at night, I'd drive around and throw papers out...
In Islamic eschatology, the return of Isa (Jesus) from the Fourth Heaven will be one of the great signs at the end of the age, after the “Antichrist” is released and before Gog and Magog are released. At the first writing of this piece, I had not put God into the...
My first novel, By the Gates of the Garden of Eden, is a story about a University student who hitchhikes the last part of his summer vacation. He is kidnapped by large beings who turn out to be Krampus, and is forced to work in their mines, digging tunnels. Chaucer...
It was ten thirty at night and things were pretty still at the Casey’s gas station in Brookston, Indiana. Jordan had gone to the men’s bathroom to clean up urine. Someone had peed in the corner instead of in the toilet. Gross, she sang. Super gross, she sang and...
When the editor of my newest short story collection read “A Problem of Coffins” he remarked it was by far the most enjoyable thing that he had read that I had written. It came as quite a shock to me, because I never intended for it to be any good. It was simply an...
This is a dream that I had during one sweaty night in July, 2002. The creation of this dream stemmed from a lot of prayer time on the carpet of my local church. I had deeply desired God to speak to me about my life and the disaster that it had become. I wasn’t...
When I first started writing this story, I had no intention of using anyone I knew in the story. As it grew and morphed into what it became, it was clear to me, that if Nathan Thompson and I were to ever hang out, this is probably exactly what would have happened if...
One A Fool and his Bible “So, how are you with ‘health and wealth.’?” Doris Howard asked me, at the back of the church sanctuary. The second service had ended, and we were catching up on old times. “Oh, I suppose I want to be both.” I said, ignorantly honest of...