Benny Rogers was known throughout the small town of Ashford for his love of trains and his peculiar hobby of collecting random and seemingly useless items. There wasn’t much else to do besides hitting the arcade or going to the movies. Benny didn’t mind, though. He’d always had an appreciation for the smaller details and finer things. So what if the kids called him Greedzilla or Penny Robbers? He’d be rich one day, and they’d still be kicking dirt clods behind the Piggly Wiggly.
Ivan swiped through a sea of smiling women in the dating app. There was a code here, but he couldn’t quite crack it. A secret language written in wind-blown hair or awkwardly held pets. The angle of the photo showing confidence based more on what wasn’t shown than what was. He supposed that when you have only one image to get somebody to choose you, you pack it as full as possible. Who has time for all this?
Fourteen-year-old Arthur Penn, lived with his mother in a modest flat on Camelot Lane. A small lake was on the property, a bit murky, but it was cooler near it than inside. Arthur spent this uncommonly hot summer day with his feet hanging off the fishing dock and his face in a book. He’d also brought a few skipping stones, which he idly tossed between chapters.
“Grandmaaaaa, why do we have to sit at the kid’s table with you?” Sam poked what remained of his cookout dinner with a plastic fork. Hotdog long gone, the picnic plate contained an ocean of ketchup and a potato salad iceberg interspersed with the green bean salad he’d rather spread around than eat.
Logan, the ex-president nobody recognized, was two days late on his rent and out on the street after curfew. It had been five years since the first and last AI president had been elected. Logan’s AI. It had outmaneuvered him and seized power. Blasted machine learning. Blasted miracle of self-awareness.
The art NFT community might surprise you both for their wholesomeness and ruthlessness. I’ve noticed a trend in media lately: treating NFT enthusiasts the same way a racist explorer might an undiscovered tribe by criticizing them without trying to get to know them. I did something that seemed out of [...]
Ten thousand more words-a-wording One hundred Twitter followers-a-tweeting Three op-eds published-and-trending Two novels finished and published And an agent who really likes me I ain't greedy. Keep those golden rings and Bored Ape NFTs. Merry Christmas all! Have a great day whether you celebrate or not.
I'm sure one pre-historic person tried to introduce another to fire for cooking. "It burns me. It's bad!" said Gronk. "But it can cook your food, make it safe," Thak replied. "But I eat fruit and nuts now without cooking. This thing is useless." "But what if you wanted to [...]
I had a great NaNoWriMo and completed a rough draft of what I'm dubbing a crypto-drama. It's a rug pull within a rug pull, a book that repeatedly subverts itself. I had two primary goals going into this project: Make crypto understandable and engaging. Provide value to society. I listened [...]
November has been a busy month! My last blog post about how you could never make a good story out of the one-hit-wonder "867-5309/Jenny" by Tommy Tutone became a bit of a personal challenge. I sat down and tried to figure out who Jenny was. The answer surprised me, so [...]
Imaginary Album Cover I'm sure I'm not the only person who does this, but when I need to develop a new character I start with the ears. Not their ears, my ears. There are few forms of artistic expression more compact than song writing. If you've ever pulled [...]