Bern pedaled at a constant cadence of 75 rpm in the lower level of the main Smith Compound residence. A video screen in front of him showed the scene from a camera making its way along a trail somewhere in a rain forest in Costa Rica. His background music faded to nothing, then into Jim … Continue reading The past is downstairs
Horror in two sentences?
Checking on his long-neglected author profile, the writer could not let the question go unanswered: Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Conrad woke to a pleasant whiff of sawdust and the buzz of a blade tearing through floorboards. He rolled out of bed in the darkness, straight into … Continue reading Horror in two sentences?
Making my day: Friday flash
It doesn't take much to make my day lately. Today, for example, I dropped my Colorado primary ballot in the box at the Boulder County Fairgrounds. That didn't make my day, but the act of voting did give me some satisfaction as the next step in sending Sen. Cory Gardner from Washington, D.C., back to … Continue reading Making my day: Friday flash
Read a book – free on me!
I'm like a lot of people who have some extra time on their hands these days. Instead of taking the bus to work and back, I walk downstairs to work remotely and walk back up later. With all that commute time saved, I've been poking around and moping around here at The Smith Compound. Today … Continue reading Read a book – free on me!