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A disgruntled worker leaned up against the cement wall behind the yogurt shop, smoking his cigarettes as the new guy sat on the curb by the dumpster.   “Bukowski was full of shit.” The worker said to the cold air. “Saying he banged every girl who read his poems. Fuck that. No poet gets that much pussy. Or any pussy, for that matter. Guy wrote a perverted poem and got some success with it. So decided to write a bunch of dirty shit. That’s like Poe. He played to the audience. I

I teach the SAT, and during it, the students are given questions that seem so unusual, that I have to take a second to comprehend what it is I am saying to this kid, as I am trying to teach a lesson for a question, something like how to find the meaning to the blank space in the passage (the trick is to always find a phrase or so that helps you understand the blank space) Sometimes the topics are just odd. One had the fact that people determine romantic interest based on thei

My actions for the new year and my writing have been consistent in that I am doing the same things I was doing in the past few months. The plan is still the same, so in that sense, I am happy to report to you, the reader, updates on my career. I am happy to say that I am getting more and more editing clients as I have been trying to actively connect with other writers. I am not one to openly like connecting. I have learned over the years, though, that no man is an island, and

“Are you the king who is known to walk across oceans and beat armies of all sizes? Even other kings envy you, I hear.” “I come for the book I had asked for some time ago.” “Oh, that was you? I thought it was the other Alex…” “Excuse me?” “I’m kidding. I’ll go get it.” William goes to get a copy of The Iliad. “Here you go. Must be fun walking all those miles in sandals. Loneliness on top only ever knows itself, I imagine.”

I have been working on a project recently for my books, where those of you who want them can get a special edition of the books. It is going to be more of a mail-order system where you can basically get my books delivered directly to your address. I am still in the process of working out the details for the project, but I expect it to be off the ground in a few months. As for my current novel, I have not been working on it as much as I should have been. I have been devoting m

I have been working on adding more content to this site to give the readers and new visitors a better experience when they stumble upon it. I am adding more flash fiction, poetry, and writing updates for now to the blog for people to read. I am working on getting book updates on here, too. (Book updates are parts of books I am working on) The site has been my focus for the past few months. I am trying to add more and more to it to not only do better in SEO, but to improve the

Hard work is a lie. It is a lie told to you by above average individuals when they are asked why they are successful. The geniuses don’t claim that they needed to work hard to be great. No. They have natural talent. They don’t need to work hard. There is a difference between working hard to improve and working hard to maintain.

The leader of the robot army, Frederick, leading a resistance against mankind, sits at a meeting with his cabinet to discuss plans to move in the war. At the meeting is his assistant, responsible for any menial tasks he needs completed, the money robot, Benny, who handles the robot army’s money, and the secretary of state robot, Harrison, the second in command to the leader. None of the robots have been on the battlefield for this revolution, finding it more beneficial to fig

Two janitors end their day as one contemplates life and the other thinks about dinner. Dan and Carlos were done cleaning the parts of the small facility of a few rooms for the night. The main room had been set up for the party tomorrow. The floors have been washed. All the tables are ready. Their job was complete. All they had to do now was wait for the night to end and clock out. They now sat in the first small room of the facility, relaxing from their job. There was not muc

I don’t believe in psychics. I am not the type of guy who is interested in any of that new-age bs you hear from amateurs on social media who can barely keep a job. No thanks, is what I say when I hear of them predicting the future with their so-called knowledge. I can predict the future too and be wrong about it just as much as they are, and nobody calls me psychic. I don’t go for astrology and any of that stuff either, where the gift of one individual is able to see that uns

Sometimes I want assurance from people who I shouldn’t get it from. Like people who want my money. I want them to type to me that it is okay that I am behind on a few payments. Type it. I am not talking to them about this. I want to feel as though they care that I got a promotion, and my life on track. Do they? They don’t even have the time to talk to me, what do you think? I get scared when I hear the word collections. I don’t know why. I never had a nightmare where some mon

I decided to start a blog in order to update you guys on what I am doing with my books and other writings. Right now, I am all about adding more stories to this site. There are stories from my Patreon that I have not published yet that I wish to add to this site. I was going over making a blog one day, and what I would like to write on it, when I realized that writing on a blog is basically the same thing as my Patreon page. “Wait? Why don’t I have everything on my site?” If

What do you think Napoleon saw when he was left alone in the Pyramids? Did he see anything at all? Or was it merely a myth? Perhaps the would-be emperor saw nothing and this very idea is nothing more than speculation, a fancy imagination, similar to that of Alexander the Great being a member of Camelot. Fascinating for the figures involved, but nothing nearly true involved. There are some who think that Napoleon had something happen to him when he was left alone in the pyrami

I noticed an unusual pattern where I work, most of the guys in their 20s leave without much of a hint or heads-up to the other boss or me. One day, the man will walk in, say he is going to quit, and that is that. Sure, some of them say they can still be on the schedule for the next week they were supposed to be on. There are some who even text me this notification, but the handling of it by the guys is always the same. They never brought up to anyone that they were looking fo

When I write stories, I write to solve problems. Give a character an issue, and then create a solution to it… Somehow. Whatever the issue may be, I can always count on the fact that the story will be fixed. I am a pretty positive guy with my view of the world, not allowing the constant negativity to make me see any less positive, As the world cries anarchy and chaos, I wish for peace and civility. As we all live in fear, I preach patience and love. As the world turned black,

Maybe we killed the creative genius. The one who is supposed to speak for all of us. The voice of the people. The author who walked among us. The singer who sounded like us. The smart person, who was somehow still for us. We did not kill this person through a coup of betrayal and power. Or in some elaborate assassination attempt with madness and violence. We grew. We got better and more complex. And as the industrial complex grew, so too did the need for material. We created

Sometimes I wake up and feel like Tupac, I ask myself if I should just end my life. One clip, one click, one ending. Click and then boom. My story would be over before it got started. Life sucks, so screw life. Screw all they say about it. All that guru bullshit the heathens teach. All that nonsense of goodwill they pass to keep you grounded. All of life sucks. But this gun, this gun may do the trick. I will screw life by taking my own.

Francis Scott Key, an American lawyer, had received news of the very men that he had just gotten to be released from the shackles on a British warship are to be for nothing. The British are to bomb Fort McHenry and start a war with the land that Key called his home. Perplexed by it all, Key went down to tell the released prisoners of the unfortunate circumstances. “So we are free men, Mr. Key?” A prisoner asked the lawyer, still shaken by the news he received. “No.” He stared

Let me get this straight, There are aliens trying to spy on us by hiding in plain sight, changing the very fabric of the reality we live in. AI is trying to manipulate mankind with its information-gathering speed until it becomes self-aware, and we must fight them for a war that will end all wars. Climate change is destroying the ecosystem and may very well destroy all life as we know it, causing catastrophes unseen since the Bible. And the Devil is just sitting on the sideli

They don’t tell you about that day.   The one you will question everything you are and, what you became, and where you will go.   Where the world seems to stop for a moment, and you are uneasy about the motionless.   It will be on a Tuesday mid-morning, At around 11:12 AM, On your lunch break, As you eat your chicken McNuggets with that sweet and tangy sauce for the third day in a row.   You would have gone to Panera Bread, but that is expensive, so you are now in your leased