‘HEXENNACHT 4/30/1932’

Bloodlines

I’m a writer and ghostwriter. Some projects require research that includes going through old pictures. One such project was with a client who was the last of her bloodline. She was 91 and told me, “These are for you. Maybe something in there,” she pointed a gnarled, crooked finger at the stacks, “will be useful in […]

‘Boy Found Alive At 47-year-old Crash Site’

This image was taken (and emailed) by photojournalist Steven Wehlock who was ahead of his support team, reaching the crash site 30 minutes before them. As we reported in our coverage last week… recent satellite imagery of what looked like a previously unknown crash site led to his self-funded investigation. Wehlock, a Pulitzer prize-winning journalist, […]

It All Started For Beth With A Comic Book

An Excerpt from UNION STATION

She lived two lives… Five days a week Elizabeth Holloway crossed the Great Hall through its morning setting of dark-to-light-to-dark again. Its vaulted skylight, above the enormous wooden benches, illumined some people and cast others in shadow. She wondered about those she saw in the same seat every day. Did those who sat in darkness […]

SHORT STORY DRAFT IN WORK – ‘Death Strokes’

A Short Story (to be edited, expanded and refined further)

Inner Harbor — Baltimore, Maryland — Saturday Morning The soft voice was just as distinctive—for most of the audience—as the hair. “I’m only here this weekend, so let’s have some fun… I’m going to show you how to create happy little places on canvas.” The man dipped the four-inch brush he held in an open can […]

Like the Song, She Haunted Our Dreams [An Alpha & Beta Story]

When your eyes met hers, it felt like she was looking deeper into you than you could ever see into her.

Nothing like this had ever happened. The girl still came to school. No one talked to her. No one wanted to be around her. I know that seems mean but something about her bothered me and others. She looked at people too long, too much; rarely talking and always with that slight grin on her face. Like there was a joke being played out or a secret that only she knew.

‘The Wrong Man…’ Scene Excerpt [M]

Draft Scene for a Pulp Fiction Story | COMING SUMMER 2017

I had seen her a few times. What she was doing in this hole wasn’t my business. But she didn’t fit in. Nice clothes; her face, an un-inked ivory oval framed by dark hair, caught the dim lights in the bar. Eye’s that if the light was better would have probably been a bright blue. And curves; the kind to make a train jump the tracks. Distracting, follow her every move just to see things shift under her clothes, kind of curves.