Tag: Fiction
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Reading List 2025
Happy New Year! I hope ’26 brings you plenty! *= Thank you, Mr. Smarra. ” = Audiobook I look forward to reading even more books next year preferably in front of the campfire. -SG
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Toy Drive
A large box sat empty in the locker room, the place where the men punch in, and change out of their regular clothes and into their paint stained work ones, and where they sit and not eat peanut butter because it’s been outlawed. Eat your peanut butter on your own time. Not here, not ever.…
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In the Beginning There was…
At the launch of all of this madness God had a busy first week, he was overworked, rightfully so, after creating light, dry land, and the sun was no picnic, don’t even broach the topic of the moon and the stars, he won’t have any of it. And then came the biggest pain in the…
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4/13/24
First post of the year, huh. I have been a little ghost lately, my bad, but I’ve been focusing all of my writing time to my fourth novel, Goodnight Nobody, and I have completed two full revisions. I have sealed the envelopes and am now ready to ship to five pairs of sharp eyes who…
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Reading List 2023
Happy New Year! This is what I read. I read more this year than last, but still feel like I could do better. I will aim to read and write even more in ’24. Hope everyone has a great year! * – Hatred.
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6/2/23
Hey. It’s raining in Queens and already much too hot for me. I have a few posts in the works but you may or may not notice a little slow down in content. I am working on novel no. 4, and my writing time, my free time overall really, is limited. I’m making this manuscript…
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I, Myself, Am Strange And Unusual
I remember the day I found you. I couldn’t forget that day if I wanted to. You always seem to float into my thoughts as if you’re standing right behind me whispering in my ear. It took me an entire week of exploration to stumble upon you. I rode along that street, a street I couldn’t fathom how it was…
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Cathal Muhe
-Queens Boulevard, 2004 He forced his very own metaphorical boulder across a boulevard associated with death. He always found it amusing to liken himself to the mythological Sisyphus, though he was no ruler of Corinth, no ruler of anything, nor was he Greek. He didn’t need Tartarus to hand out a sentence. He punished himself for the misdeeds…
SEAN GABLER 