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Editing the egos… Image by Author, created in AI based on a film still of 1932’s “Red Dust”, featuring Clark Gable and Jean Harlow and lots of self-love. Clark, left: “Okay, are you ready to do this scene?” Jean, right: “I think so. But can I say that you really look a lot hotter here than you will in that Gone with the Wind mess you’ll make in a few years?” Clark: “Of course you can say that. I love myself. Why would I not want to hear about my hotness?” Jean: “I love myself, too! Isn’t it…
A twisted film noir tribute… Image by Author, created in AI based on a film still of Virgina Huston and Robert Mitchum in1947’s “Out of the Past”. Virginia: “Why didn’t you take the trash out like I asked you to do?” Robert: “Why are you asking me this right now? I’m in the middle of a dramatic profile shot that will make me look naughty but sexy.” Virginia: “So it’s all about you, once again.” Robert: “If it was all about me, you wouldn’t even be in the car.” Virginia: “Well, that’s a lovely…
A flip of the looking glass… Image by Author, created in AI. Note: This is a continuation of a story previously shared, found here. Basic summation, should you need one: Our two characters, one younger, one considerably older, are in the midst of exploring a storage room that no one had breached since poodle skirts were all the rage. In that prior scene, the story had just been interrupted by the writer (that would be me) breaking the Fourth Wall in an apparently non-appreciated manner. And…
A generational gasp… Image by Author, created in AI. Note: This is a snippet from a much-longer tale that may or may not be (I change my mind every day) the last entry in my short-story book-in-progress. Setting the Scene: Two employees at the Smithsonian, one older (Monty) and one younger (Garamonda), have managed to find a long-lost key that opens a door in the back of their office. Said portal had not been breached in many decades, due to the pesky missing bit of metal. As we drop into the…
Swear… Image by Author, created in AI. Note: Just for grins, here’s an excerpt from one of my previous books. To set the scene: A large chunk of my family has traveled from Tulsa down south to Dallas, wherein I live because I didn’t want to be in Tulsa anymore. Secondary scene-setting: I always give the underage family members in my stories a pseudonym, because it’s the right thing to do, so just roll with the odd character appellations… Chapter 5: Code Blue About that sordid-sounding meat…
The dark secret of harvesting home… Image by Author, created in AI. Editor’s Note: Many years ago, when I first stumbled out of the cave and learned to make fire, a friend presented me with a writing challenge: Concoct a story based solely on three random words that she would select. The following is the result of that effort, updated a wee bit for this post. The Three Words: dolomite, ubiquitous, howling And here we go… The limousine barreled down the dirt road, creating a plume of dust that…
Something slinky this way comes… Image by Author, created in AI. Billy Peckerwood knew that he shouldn’t have been walking along the dark road at that time of night, as nothing good ever happens on dark roads that you shouldn’t be on when the sun has gone somewhere else. But it had been a very disconcerting evening thus far, especially the mess at his high school prom wherein that one girl got really irritated about something or other and killed several of his classmates. (He didn’t know the…
Yes, I just defiled Shakespeare and I own it… Image by author, created in AI. I was attempting to recreate a vintage photo of two actors in the 1947 Broadway production of… well, revealing more details somewhat undermines the ensuing story, so we’ll let that go for now. Interesting aside: I just got banned for creating this image. Details in the footnotes. Brian, left: “What the hell are you doing? I’m standing here looking incredibly sexy even though there seems to be something not-right going…
And the joy of memory… Image by Author, created in AI. Herewith, our final episode in Celia and Bucky Lee’s vague but intrepid journey toward wherever we’re going. To catch you up: Vladimir Putin has just escorted Our Duo, along with a cavalcade of co-stars, into an odd room at the back of The Mysterious and Possibly Sin-Brimming Art Deco Palace. Perusal ensues… The room was filled with hundreds of monitors, mini-layered rows of such. Here and there, lab-coated technicians were studying the…
So many words, so little explanation… Image by Author, created in AI. Note: This is the next-to-last installment in our journey with Celia and Bucky Lee as they do questionable things on a questionable thoroughfare in a small questionable town in questionable Utah. (If you haven’t been following our story since the launch point, this is perhaps not the best place to wander onto the scene. You can find the entrance portal here.) If you have been with me from the start: First, thank you. You’re…
And this is that episode… Image by Author, created in AI. First, let’s give you, potential new reader of this story, an opportunity to peruse the preceding by clicking on the first episode, found here. After that, just keep clicking forward until you catch up with the rest of us. Take your time, enjoy the random ride. Second, dear faithful and ongoing readers, let’s catch you up a bit with our saga of Celia and Bucky Lee: The last rambling episode included an explanation that some of the plot…
And celebrate the remembrance… Image by Author, created in AI. Note: This is yet another entry in our ongoing tragicomedy involving Celia and Bucky Lee, although I should forewarn you that neither of them features prominently in the episode. And to be honest, this installment is a bit tricky to navigate if you haven’t perused the previous chapters, as the first half leans here and there on references to prior happenstances. (Ergo, I’m including a link to the start of this mess. If you take that…
The downwind of helicopter-parenting… Image by Author, created in AI. Yet another installment in our wildly-meandering tale of two inquisitive Mormons looking for knowledge in all the wrong places. To catch you up a bit with our two main characters: Celia is atop Bucky Lee’s shoulders as she tries to peer in the window of a mystery house that has annoyed them with said mystery, when a vehicle suddenly drives down the street without any narrative forewarning… The van in question was one of those…
Gossipy gumption… Image by Author, created in AI. Herewith, another installment in the sordid travails of our main characters, Celia and Bucky Lee. Neither of them actually participate in this episode, which is a bit sad, but we do have a nice slice of rural America, served with a sizable side of juicy hypocrisy, via telephony. Enjoy. In exasperated desperation, mixed with a measurable degree of overly-dramatized indignation, Kay reached for her cellphone and punched a worn-out speed-dial…
Desperate House Whys… Image by Author, created in AI. We now continue with our multi-part saga wherein two questionably-wholesome and probably-naïve Utah Mormons are standing on the front porch of a flamboyant but mysterious house on their street, intent on discovering what was going on within the confines of such a domicile. Celia has just requested that Bucky Lee hoist her up so she can peer into one of the windows of said house… Bucky Lee wasn’t immediately on board with the boosting…
Sometimes you hear things you shouldn’t… Herewith, another snippet from my (apparently) never-ending saga concerning Celia and Bucky Lee, two inquisitive Mormons who are just trying to do the right thing, even though they aren’t really doing that. To catch you up: Our Dedicated Duo is standing on […]
Learning to pry… With great fanfare (at least in my own mind), I present another snippet from my work-in-progress short-story collection. This bit is actually the prequel to my previous share, filling in the details of why our hero and heroine were doing what they were doing in […]
Especially if you’re not the main character in the story… Here’s another new snippet from my WIP as I update and collate entries for my next book of short stories. Setting the scene: We’re in Utah, our two main characters are Mormon (or at least Mormon-adjacent). They are […]
As the burrito turns… Note: As some of you may be aware, I’ve spent the last few months piddling with and revising the selections for my next book of short stories. In the course of such, I have fleshed out a few of the stories by inserting mildly […]
A rancid seed is planted… In an interesting (at least for me) same-as-it-ever-was experiment, I decided to resurface the following older piece, fully intact, with no edits, including the original footnote that is even more relevant today in our strongly-divided country. To put a timestamp on things, this […]
