To read stories besides those listed here, see my A Storied Man blog. This is a place to find stories I originally posted as I wrote them, in their raw, first-draft form. I have collected them into convenient tables of contents.

Bessie's Story

Here is the story in chronological order, starting at the top.
Table of Contents
1. Bessie was a Good Girl
2. Bessie’s True Colors
3. Bessie Crashed and Crunched
4. Bessie and My Savior
5. Bessie’s Return
6. Rebuilt Bessie Fights Authority
7. Bye-Bye, Bessie, Bye-Bye

The Mighty Finger

Don’t kick another man’s dog.
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We were in sixth grade, and most of us grew up with Gary. From preschool, where we rolled pillbugs around in Miss Mona’s carport, to middle school math class, where we rolled numbers around in our heads, he was there in the background. While none of us had ever kicked Gary [...]

First Big Changes

I originally told this story in my blog. It’s about the first big changes in my life, which I’m sure aren’t that much different from at least half the other Americans my age. Here are the two parts conveniently linked for easy access.
1. First Big Changes (Part 1)
2. First Big Changes (Part 2)

Talk with a Killer

This is a story I wrote over a five day period, and posted in my blog in four entries. They are listed here in order. Enjoy.
Talk with a Killer
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
UPDATE: To read the whole story without clicking to go to the next post (but also missing the comments), click here.

Ashes of Dawn

Originally posted in three parts, this is the story of an older girl whose intentions were unclear, and whose actions led to an experience that remains unique.
Part One
Part Two
Final

Wall

This story I posted over about a two-week period, and after about the third post, I was making it up each day. It has murder, mystery, and personal struggles, with a dash of humor here and there. I moved it to another blog for the last three entries, but these links will get you the [...]

First Best Friend

This is a series, added to occasionally, that covers events shared with that rarest of commodities these days — my first best friend, whom I’ve known since age 6 and still keep in touch with today. Our paths have converged and deviated several times over the years, but something keeps us coming back for more.

The [...]