Now that I've typed that subtitle it amounts to a promise. Over the past several years I've incidentally written things and even sometimes posted them here. A lot of my initial guesses and impressions about what was good or valid for internet writing were wrong, and have changed. Often comically so.
In a very real way, I cannot prevent myself from writing. Sometimes the stories just come knocking on my door. May just as well embrace them.
Moly B — Fall 2004 Fiction, Prose, 6000 words
This one used to have a much worse title. I still don't really like the title and feel it ends way too abruptly. Partly because when I wrote it I hadn't experienced enough things. I still haven't experienced enough things, but I'm getting better. Science fiction needs to be like a knife. A crisp cutting edge of weirdness grounded firmly in a stronger, duller bed of the familiar and real.
Shower Fairy — Fall 2004 Fiction, Prose, 1600 words
I was on a real detective fiction kick for this one. Since then I've watched way too much Law&Order to think that this is any good, but it is at least fun, and fun is enough for flash fiction.
Design Phases — Fall 2004 Fiction, Prose, 1900 words
By contrast to most everything else I have written, nothing is ever going to convince me that this one is bad. It speaks too richly from my own heart and my own experiences to ever ring false for me. I should probably take the parts of it I like I write them into a better story sometime later.
Happy Oho — Summer 2009 Fiction, Prose, 4400 words
Why the huge gap? Somehow or another all none of what I wrote in the meantime made it into my files here, likely indicating I grew to dislike it far sooner than I usually do. This one on the other hand is the first in a series I hope. Individually, it is a story very close to my own heart. One I would be pleased to tell to my children and make a tradition out of. I even had some notes scribbled on it somewhere for corrections so it will stay alive a little longer than the others in that sense. Editing! Wow!