Splinter Self –The Long Way Home

I slept well last night. It was a hard sleep, as is evidenced by the deep, red, swollen, imprints of pillow seam across my face. Even as I drink my second cup of coffee I can still see the red stripe. I started writing Splinter Self before I’d even finished Predator’s Game. The plan had…

Brain Gravy And The Mossy Turtle

I thought it was a stroke. Hell, even the ER doc thought it might be a stroke, thus checking me into progressive care overnight. I was the youngest person on the floor other than the nurses and doctors–I was definitely the youngest patient. With my eyes unable to fix on anything for more than a…

A Wolfe Excerpt–Tuesday Tease

3:30 a.m. on Sunday, April 17th—Falling Water, West Virginia WOLF sat at the workbench with a soldering gun hovering motionless above the circuit board. He closed his eyes and willed mental resources to Scott’s dream prison, hoping to prevent him from piercing anymore memories of the beach two months earlier. Once his thoughts had calmed,…

The troll at my writing desk

He looks like me. He wears my clothes and sounds like me when he speaks, rarely as that might be. The troll at my writing desk is my distorted doppelganger. He comes into existence slowly over a period of days. Sometimes just a shadow, at first. But as my manuscript or editing become more involved,…

Blog Bang Fiction: Panama Rift

December 17th, 2014 Tobin Garret walked out of the Crown Plaza Panama City into the sweltering heat. He squinted against the glare from the bleached white concrete as he donned his sun glasses and walked to his sedan, his two man security team only steps behind him. As an investigator for the State Department, he…

My lunch encounter with Edgar Allan Poe

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” — Edgar Allan Poe It’s not surprising that two old soldiers would meet and start chatting about the military.  He introduced himself as Ed. I had no idea who he was until many months later, after his mysterious death. I sat on a park bench, eating…

The Psychopath

My name is Ty and I’m a successful Realtor. In fact, I’m the highest grossing Realtor in the state, which is saying a lot considering the massive commercial Renaissance that’s occurring here. What’s my secret? Well, I’m a psychopath. Yep, I’m a real life, one percenter psychopath. That one in a hundred brain structure that…

Lead up

“There’s no way we’re going to be ready if you don’t move your ass,” Charlene hissed, glaring at Rold’s back. Harold–Rold to those who knew him–leaned back in his chair until Charlene thought it would flip over. Rold just smiled. “Relax Charlie. The A players won’t be in position for another hour,” he said with…