Passion There are many ways to say I love you.There are many ways to say I care about you.Many ways, many ways,Many ways to say I love you. Fred Rogers, There are Many Ways Fly By Night Home Daniel sits in his car, keys in the ignition, eyebrows furrowed, thinking. Is it really as simple …
https://davidwilsonburns.com/a-friend-of-the-family/ When the service had ended and the family had recessed to an undisclosed location within the church, the pastor invited us to gather in the community hall where the family would be joining us shortly. She encouraged us to share stories of the deceased with each other. I prefer not to overplan my role …
I woke up with a throbbing arm and a head that felt as if a brick had smacked it. I rang for the nurse. I examined my arm. It was braced in a sling and resting on my stomach. I touched my head with my free hand and found a bandage covering a rather large …
home (warning: heavy profanity) Then his face softened and his eyes shifted from their hard glint to an almost tender gaze. He leaned forward. "You know that don't you, Daniel?" suggested Collins softly. "You're just like the rest of us poor slobs who get whiplash every time a nice piece of tail walks by." He …
home Robbie grabbed his sports coat and Melchior went back to his cube to grab his sleek, black bomber jacket. They clocked out with their cards at the door and made their way to the parking garage. Melchior’s transport had technically been made by one of the big-name American carmakers, but the government had bailed …
I love audiobooks and web serials! I've made an audiobook for Whiff and have enjoyed that. I've been writing fiction in serial form for over a decade. What's the intersection here? The podcast! I know that a lot of you listen to podcasts. Perhaps you're interested in my writing, but you just can't get around …
I awoke early today, tugged my sleep mask up over my forehead, and reached over to my phone to check the time. It was 5:36--a time I'm willing to wake up to. I gave myself twenty minutes or so to lay awake while the Mad About You theme song once again kicked into high gear …
Bay City Runaway Home The rain stirred the dormant smell of bum piss as we stepped onto the sidewalk. Neither one of us had an umbrella, but she didn’t seem to care, and neither did I. The water mixed with the dust on the sidewalk, creating a fine grit beneath our feet as we turned …
