A Fish Out of Water


“They want us to do what?” I was stunned. Kay consulted her notes again. “They don’t have any counselors for this camp, and the director wants each of us to lead a small group for the next two weeks. “ “We…each get a group?” I could almost feel the blood draining from my face. This … Continue reading A Fish Out of Water

Evolution of Genius, Part Five


“At this point, I’m willing to believe anything,” I sighed dejectedly. “I was nearing the end of my second go-round at that point,” the boy said. “At the time, I was thinking that two lifetimes were plenty, but then I met you, heard your story, and decided that I needed to meet with you again.” … Continue reading Evolution of Genius, Part Five

Evolution of Genius, Part Four


Bethany… “I’m sorry to have brought up such a painful subject,” said the boy, “but I just couldn’t think of another way to convince you…” I spun around, my shock at hearing that name quickly being replaced by anger. “Who told you about Bethany?” I hissed. “Well…” the boy replied apologetically, “you did.” “What are … Continue reading Evolution of Genius, Part Four

Evolution of Genius, Part Two


“Look,” he continued, taking a seat next to me. “I know I have the reputation of being a bit…unpleasant, particularly to reporters.”

“‘A bit unpleasant?’” I retorted. “You’re too modest. You thoroughly underestimate your ability to be an obnoxious jerk.”

The boy was silent for a moment, mulling over my words.

“I suppose I deserved that,” he finally said, “but there is a reason for the way I behave.”

“You’re socially maladjusted?” I suggested.

Evolution of Genius, Part One


As we chatted over caffeinated beverages at a downtown coffee shop, it was clear to me that he did possess an uncanny amount of knowledge on a wide variety of topics, and he wasn’t hesitant to express his opinion on any subject. It was also clear to me that if I did not wrap up this interview soon, I would strangle the little snot.

It’s a Wonderful White Christmas Carol on 34th Street, Charlie Brown: A Christmas Mash-Up, Part Three


Disclaimer: 'Tis the season for another writing project! Recently, while at a rehearsal for my theater group's production of Miracle on 34th Street, I was speaking to a fellow cast member about how it would be fun to do a play in which all of the major Christmas movies were combined into one story. Unfortunately, … Continue reading It’s a Wonderful White Christmas Carol on 34th Street, Charlie Brown: A Christmas Mash-Up, Part Three

It’s a Wonderful White Christmas Carol on 34th Street, Charlie Brown: A Christmas Mash-Up, Part Two


Disclaimer: 'Tis the season for another writing project! Recently, while at a rehearsal for my theater group's production of Miracle on 34th Street, I was speaking to a fellow cast member about how it would be fun to do a play in which all of the major Christmas movies were combined into one story. Unfortunately, … Continue reading It’s a Wonderful White Christmas Carol on 34th Street, Charlie Brown: A Christmas Mash-Up, Part Two

It’s a Wonderful White Christmas Carol on 34th Street, Charlie Brown: A Christmas Mash-Up, Part One


Disclaimer: 'Tis the season for another writing project! Recently, while at a rehearsal for my theater group's production of Miracle on 34th Street, I was speaking to a fellow cast member about how it would be fun to do a play in which all of the major Christmas movies were combined into one story. Unfortunately, … Continue reading It’s a Wonderful White Christmas Carol on 34th Street, Charlie Brown: A Christmas Mash-Up, Part One

The Epic Defenders: The Day After


“And just so you know,” Clash said, turning to Van Troes, “the glass we put in is reinforced and bullet-proof.”

“Oh, that’s…” began Van Troes.

“Deadshot,” Clash cut in, looking over Van Troes’ shoulder, “give him a demonstration.”

“No, really…” Van Troes stammered, turning to Deadshot and holding his hands up, “that’s not neces-WAAH!” The businessman ducked as the assassin pulled out two guns and began to fire at the windows. As promised, the glass remained intact, the spent bullets plunking to the floor.

“Not a scratch,” Deadshot grinned wryly as she slipped her guns back into their holsters.

“Wha—” Van Troes blurted, still on floor.

“While you’re down there, Mr. Van Troes,” continued Corporal Clash as if nothing unusual had happened, “you might notice that the new carpeting is made of a high tech blend of fibers that renders it completely flame resistant.” Van Troes heard an ominous clicking sound coming from Mighty Man. He looked up to see the mechanized man pointing downward with what appeared to be a flame thrower mounted on one of his arms.

“NO!” screamed Van Troes.