This is entry 11 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch The silhouette fell over Snatch and he turned to look over his shoulder. His gray eyes turned up to view the source of the shadow in the woods. “Mother?” Snatch asked. He stood so quickly his knees popped and both locked into place with enough force to send sharp pains from his kneecaps to his shins. Read More...
As I said, this is a flying potato. I call him Potatonaut.
This is entry 10 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch Snatch stepped out of the farmhouse and swung the sledgehammer up to shoulder it. He searched the immediate area for any sign of the old farmer, the Reaper, but found nothing. He stood alone. He pressed his temple with the heel of his palm. He felt a headache swelling behind his temples in the form of Read More...
For the past three weeks, I’ve been participating in the FridayFlash group over on Twitter. The whole concept is run by J.M. Strother and is a great way to get readers for your work. I’ve noticed a large spike in traffic to all of my websites which, of course, means more readers. In order to better manage my traffic and keep my FridayFlash fiction separate from the rest of my Read More...
This is the current state of my blog, illustrated through a word cloud generated from my blog’s RSS feed. I generated the word cloud using Wordle. As you can see, my blog has focused largely on the story of Edgar Snatch. I’m working on a few ideas to expand the content of my blog and offer new material for your enjoyment. Until then, enjoy the story of Edgar Snatch!
This is entry 9 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch Edgar Snatch walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboard to find a bottle of rum. He breathed through his clenched teeth and gripped the cupboard handles until his knuckles turned bright white. If he kept his grip on the gun when the barrel bumped the arm of the couch, he would not be fetching a Read More...
I wanted to make a quick update to let you know that for the past two weeks I have participated in the #FridayFlash group over on Twitter. Be sure to check out the #FridayFlash hashtag on Twitter every Friday for some great fiction written by some really talented people. Also, you may have noticed there wasn’t an Edgar Snatch story Sunday. Between being busy and the weather peaking at 3 Read More...
This is entry 8 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch Edgar Snatch listened to Mother in the den, where she sat propped on her back on the couch like a paralyzed walrus. Mother guzzled Vodka from a bottle. Snatch knew without seeing her that the bottle contained Vodka. The sound of each hissing breath confirmed the sharp intake of breath Mother used to counteract the sting Read More...
This is entry 7 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch Edgar Snatch wrapped the dead Sheriff in a sheet of plastic meant to protect furniture from dust, paint and other common hazards. The plastic sheets cost little enough that he could wrap liberally and Mother would never miss them. After the plastic sheets, he rolled the Sheriff in a brown shag carpet that he’d ripped from Read More...
This is entry 6 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch Edgar Snatch blinked twice and shook his head to clear the talking mouse out of his mind. When his eyes opened, the mouse, a macabre sight, sat upturned in the shallow grave. The mouse’s teeth were exposed and the tiny, dead black eyes stared without purpose. “You can’t talk,” Snatch said to the dead rodent. His Read More...