Story Sale: 2:00 AM at a Motel in the City


(Photo Credit: Dave Huth)

EDIT: The story is now live here:

I’ve sold my flash fiction story 2:00 AM at a Motel in the City to Every Day Fiction. Still working out the details, but I’ll be sure to post again once I know a release date. I wrote the original draft in the summer of 2014 while taking the LitReactor course Writing the Weird taught by JS Breukelaar.

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(Fresh haircuts.)

In other news: Harrison turns 1 in 16 days. WHAT??

Still here, still writing, but a dad now, too.

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I don’t expect that this site gets much traffic, but if you have happened upon it after reading one of my stories I wanted to make sure there is some sort of recent update here. Since Harrison was born my writing output has slowed, though not stalled. I’m still finishing work, but it is at a pace that is unlikely to fill this page up with frequent ‘I sold a story!’ updates. I have two stories out there now that have been receiving very favorable rejections that I hope will find the right homes eventually, so if that happens I’ll be sure to update. I’ve got to say, though, that this little guy is the best excuse to lose writing time I’ve ever had. He’s an absolute joy and the greatest thing in my life. I’m settling into a parenthood-writing routine, which is challenging considering all the sheer exhaustion being a dad has brought to my life. He’s brought so much more as well, things I can’t find the right words for, and if I ever happen to find them they’ll make the greatest story I’ve ever told.

Is There Anybody Out There?

It was so quiet this morning, a level of sheer silence unheard of in Baltimore City. My wife had already left the house to go on her morning jog and I could smell the coffee downstairs she’d prepared before leaving. I got up, dressed, and went down to the kitchen for a cup, and still I couldn’t get over how quiet everything was.

My wife and I rarely cross paths in the A.M. She returns from her jogs long after I’ve walked to and boarded the southbound light rail to work. I left her a note beside the coffee, as I usually do (Love ya!) and headed out the house toward the light rail stop.

I passed no one on the sidewalk, and no cars passed me. I checked the date on my phone to see if today is a holiday—it isn’t. Resigned to this eerie coincidence, I continued on toward a favorite coffee shop of mine for a breakfast sandwich.

The coffee shop was open but no one was inside. I waited ten minutes, and when no one appeared I continued to the light rail stop.

This time in the morning there’s at least a dozen or more riders waiting for the train. Today? Only me. I bought my round trip ticket at the machine and took a seat. Opened a book and read for a while, feeling pretty damn sure no train was coming.

I couldn’t focus on the book so I sent a text to my wife: Hey honey…you doing okay? It wasn’t likely she’d answer, and she didn’t. She was still on her jog.

I was about to close the book and head home to wait for her to return when I heard the railroad crossing bars begin to ring their alarm bell. A train was coming! It was, after all, just some enormous, strange coincidence. I laughed at my paranoia and already had an idea or two for stories about it in mind when the train rounded the bend toward the stop.

But this wasn’t the light rail. This was an old fashioned steam locomotive. It was exhaling enormous clouds of black smoke from the engine, chugging along. What a sight! Truly unreal to see something like this coming along the light rail tracks.

Then it slowed. Stopped. The engine was right in front of me. I could feel the heat coming off of the steel. It was far too tall for me to see inside, and it filled me with a strong urge to run. I felt that whatever was in there, perhaps, was something I didn’t want to see. Suddenly the entire situation—the lack of people, this old-school train—made me shiver.

I turned to run back home just as an object was flung from the window of the engine. It spun and fluttered toward me, slapping the pavement. Then the engine bellowed with a deafening wail and began to move once more.

The cars it pulled were passenger cars and from the windows the faces of those on board turned to look at me. Each and every eye aboard the train met mine and I felt like they all stole a little piece of my soul as they passed by.

I recognized many of them. Among so many others I swear I’ve seen somewhere before there was Beth Cato, C.S. Magrath and Pete Aldin, Sara Cleto and Alexis A. Hunter and Alexandria Seidel. And between two ghoulish figures who, I swear it, appeared to have wings, I saw Rhonda Parrish. Over the cries of the train I could hear her cackling. Before I knew it the final car was winding into the distance. From the back window one last familiar face watched me, her hand lifted in a somber goodbye. My God…

She looked like my wife.

I knelt and lifted the object that had been thrown from the train. It’s a book: A is for Apocalypse. I wonder if perhaps it’s a manual of some kind? A guide to what must be our new world? I don’t know, but if you’re out there, whoever you are, reading this now, perhaps if we read it we can find a way to survive. Pick up a copy as soon as you can! Together, we can find a way to stop save all those souls on the train!


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We Bought a House


At the end of April my wife and I had an offer accepted on our first home, and we closed at the end of June. We’ve been in the new house for a little over a month now and it already feels like home, even if it doesn’t entirely look like it yet. After years of apartment living, it was a quick realization that getting an entire house furnished and finished looking is going to take a long, long time. It will be worth that wait though, I’m sure. One of my “must haves” during the search was a room of my own with a door, and this house provided it. I, at last, have a real writing office. It’s almost entirely done, and I only need some new bookshelves and a frame for a print I plan on hanging on the wall. I love having a place away from everything else in the house to focus and write.

The house buying process put a pretty large dent into my writing and submitting routine. Thankfully, now that the house is ours and we’re settling in, I am back to writing daily and submitting regularly. I’m nearly done with a new story that I’m especially happy with, and looking forward to polishing it up and sending it out.

No new acceptances to report, though two of my stories have been out for a while. One for 50+ days and another for 85+ days. I like both stories, and even if they don’t find homes where they are currently subbed, I’m confident I can find a place for them to live in time.

I’ve gotten a lot of reading done so far this year too. Some books I’ve especially enjoyed are: N0S4A2 by Joe Hill, Among Others by Jo Walton, and Edge of Dark Water by Joe R. Lansdale. Only after writing that last sentence did it dawn on me that each of those authors is named Joe or Jo. I also really loved Douglas F. Warrick’s collection of short stories, Plow the Bones, and Helen Marshall’s Hair Side, Flesh Side. Both are wonderful collections of dark fiction.