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The year is 1976, and the Headless Horseman rides again!

Steve Wagner is an ordinary Ohio teenager in the year of America’s Bicentennial, 1976. As that summer begins, his thoughts are mostly about girls, finishing high school, and driving his 1968 Pontiac Bonneville.

But this will be no ordinary summer. Steve sees evidence of supernatural activity in the area near his home: mysterious hoof prints and missing persons reports, and unusual, violently inclined men with British accents.

There is a also a hideous woman–the vengeful ghost of a condemned Loyalist spy–who appears in the doorway of Steve’s bedroom. 

Filled with angry spirits, historical figures, and the Headless Horseman of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” Revolutionary Ghosts is a terrifying coming-of-age story with a groovy 1970s vibe.

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Luk Thep: Chapter 11

Jane had been asleep for several hours when she saw the image of the little village. She was alone in the dream (at least at its beginning) without any guides or emissaries from that world. Nevertheless, she knew immediately, instinctively, that the sun-baked collection of thatch and bamboo huts was a village in Thailand—a village not far from Bangkok, in fact.

Continue reading “Luk Thep: Chapter 11”

Luk Thep: Chapter 10

Jane and one of the night-shift security guards overcame the language barrier enough so that the latter could summon a taxi for the former. Jane was half-asleep by the time the taxi driver dropped her off at her hotel.

Jane’s first inclination was to go directly to bed. It was now a little past 10 p.m. local time. Then she realized how famished she was. If she went to sleep without eating anything, she would feel intolerably weak and light-headed in the morning.

The hotel restaurant was still open; this was Bangkok, after all. Jane ordered a spicy fish-and-rice dish, the sort of fare that could be found in practically any restaurant worth its chops in Southeast Asia. Continue reading “Luk Thep: Chapter 10”

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Blood Flats is a gun-blazing tale of good and evil, set in the badlands of Kentucky. Blood Flats is also available as a paperback or ebook.  (See below).

New serial thriller: ‘The Eavesdropper’

Three of your coworkers are planning a murder. Will you stop them, or become their next victim?


The Eavesdropper is a workplace thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat. 

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On Halloween night, 1980, three young friends must face a Halloween curse. Their familiar neighborhood becomes a ghostly landscape filled with witches, vampires, and supernatural creatures!

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Another Kennedy tragedy

Saoirse Kennedy Hill, the granddaughter of the late Robert F. Kennedy, has died.  Ms. Hill was only 22. She would have graduated college next year.

At the present time, there are no details regarding the circumstances of her death. News reports, however, mention that she was suffering from depression.

A generation ago, when JFK and RFK were more recent memories, there used to be talk of a “Kennedy curse”.

You’re rolling your eyes, I know. But the fact remains: An uncanny number of Kennedys have died young: JFK, RFK, Joe Kennedy Jr., JFK Jr., and now Sairose Kennedy Hill.  These unusual deaths span more than seventy years–from World War II to the present.

Whatever your beliefs about the Kennedy curse, or the political shadow of this powerful family, no one should lose their life at twenty-two.  Our prayers go out to her family and loved ones.

Sairose Kennedy Hill, 22, RIP.

New in online fiction: time travel

Read my time travel story, Last Dance with Emma.  Completely free here on the site.

The story is from my Hay Moon short story collection, which you can get on Amazon in a variety of formats.

Is the Internet going to video?

Some people certainly think so.

I was listening to an Internet “guru” the other day, who basically sees the future of the Internet as one video clip after another. Fahrenheit 451, here we come!

But here’s a counterargument from just last year:

People are constantly putting videos up with little to no content that can REALLY benefit their intended audience. They just don’t understand that nobody’s going to sit there for 20 or 30 minutes listening to them go on and on and on without having real content. These video sales pitches are just becoming overwhelming on social media. It’s happening on Facebook too; I haven’t quite seen it on Twitter yet, but it’s coming. And with Instagram Story, you’re going to see more and more and more of that. Here’s what it boils down to: How do we make what we do relevant — especially to the audience that we’re trying to reach?

There is a lot of video on YouTube, but most of it is pointless. Tell me: Does anyone who isn’t a bored 13 year-old really want to watch Pewdiepie? 

Video has its place. As I’ve admitted many times, YouTube is absolutely great if you want to learn how to fix your leaky commode. I also prefer video for things like Photoshop instruction, which are inherently visual.

But for most objectives, in the fields of both instruction and entertainment, YouTube-style video provides little or no improvement over text (unless your audience is completely illiterate).

And in many cases, text is demonstrably superior. You can skim through a page of text. Skimming through a 20-minute YouTube video, on the other hand, is almost impossible. 

The Eavesdropper: Chapter 12

It occurred to me that I had overlooked the obvious: In large companies like Thomas-Smithfield Electronics, difficult personnel issues were handled by human resources departments. And if a conspiracy between my boss and two of my coworkers to kill our group admin didn’t count as a difficult personnel issue, what did?

So the very next morning I sent an intentionally vague email message to Anne Hull. Anne was a mid-level manager within the human resources department. She was high enough on the ladder to make things happen, but she wasn’t so high up the corporate food chain that she would pass me off to an underling.

Within less than an hour, there was an email from Anne in my Lotus Notes inbox:

“Why don’t you stop by at 10:00 a.m. My office is on the first floor, in the HR area.” Continue reading “The Eavesdropper: Chapter 12”

Eleven Miles of Night: Chapter 9

Jason was thankful to learn that that the Shaman’s Highway was not going to be eleven miles of unbroken forest. 

But the woods were certainly dense in places. There were spots where thick, fanning tree branches overhung the road and plunged him into nearly absolute darkness, despite the full moon. There were long stretches where the forest rose up steep hillsides and plummeted into deep ravines. The geography here being unfit for habitation, Jason supposed that these sections had never been altered much by human hands. This again brought thoughts of the Shawnee and their rumored burial grounds.

However, he also saw signs of humanity that were more familiar and comforting: fields of ankle-high corn, barns, and farmhouses. The moonlight glinted off the aluminum roof of a farmer’s barn; there was enough illumination for him to read the biblical verse that the farmer had painted on the side of the structure, along with a crude painting of an American flag. You’re out in the country, he told himself. But there are people living in these parts—even if there aren’t as many people as you’re accustomed to.

Continue reading “Eleven Miles of Night: Chapter 9”

Luk Thep: Chapter 8

“Would you like me to give you a ride to your hotel?” Khajee asked. 

When Jane hesitated in her response, the Thai woman laughed and said, “Oh you probably thought that I was going to take you on the back of a moped!”

“Not necessarily,” Jane said. That would have been her first thought, though. Mopeds were ubiquitous in the cities of Southeast Asia—Hanoi, Ho Chi Minh City, Kuala Lumpur, and, of course, Bangkok. The truth was that as tired as Jane was, she simply hadn’t had time to fully contemplate Khajee’s offer.

Continue reading “Luk Thep: Chapter 8”

Kobe Bryant, novelist?

I wouldn’t have called this one, but…why not?

Bryant gave fans a heads up about the novel in a July 19 Instagram post.

“This novel is a powerful coming-of-age tale and enchanting sports fantasy about finding your inner magic,” he wrote. “With the world turned against her and the orphanage at stake, Legacy has to learn to use her passion for the game to rise above those around her and shine.” 

Bryant is set to release a second book titled “Epoca: The Tree of Ecof” on Nov. 12 about “two children from opposite sides of the tracks” who form an incredibly close bond to fight evil together.
Bryant came up with both stories that were each written by Annie Matthew, a former professional squash player before she began penning novels.

Back in November, it was reported the 40-year-old would be releasing a total of five books in 2019 and 2020.

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One interesting aspect of this story is that Bryant is essentially self-publishing the book(s). The novel will be published through Granity Studios, which Bryant owns.

Why is this so interesting? Is there anyone out there who doesn’t believe that Kobe Bryant, with his public footprint, couldn’t get a traditional publishing deal?

The Guns of Navarone

File under: Cool toys of the 1970s:

No electronics, no batteries required!

I always wanted one of these. But I never got my own Guns of Navarone playset.

Oh, well. I did get to play with it. 

One of the neighborhood kids, circa 1976, had the set in his basement.

There was a group of about four of us, who would spend hours staging mock WWII battles. 

These were the days when childhood play still required imagination, and was largely unplanned by adults, and unsupervised by adult eyes.

I can’t help wondering if today’s kids, with all their screens and video games, and carefully scheduled play dates, aren’t missing out on opportunities for spontaneity and the development of imagination. 

But then again, that might just be the old guy in me talking.

I’m a child of the 1970s and 1980s. I wish today’s children well, but I don’t envy them.  This century is for the young–and the young can have it. 

‘Blood Father’ is worth seeing

Mel Gibson is, to put it kindly, a “complex individual”.

But so are a lot of brilliant artists, writers, and filmmakers. Gibson has played key roles–both in front of and behind the camera–in some of my favorite films: Air America, Hamlet, Maverick, Braveheart, Hacksaw Ridge, and the much maligned The Passion of the Christ.

(Whatever your religious beliefs, or lack thereof, The Passion of the Christ is worth watching for the Latin and Aramaic alone. I do have religious beliefs, and I’m a language aficionado, so the movie was a winner for me on both counts.)

Blood Father (2016) is a movie about redemption of a more earthly kind. Gibson plays an ex-alcoholic, ex-con father who must save his young adult daughter (Erin Moriarty) from Mexican gangsters who are bent on killing her.  

Blood Father has the action of a Jason Statham film, but it’s a lot more intelligent and believable than anything Jason Statham ever appeared in. Blood Father explores the themes of parental relationships and reconciliation, but it doesn’t veer into the sappy. 

In short, it’s a good movie. 

The material of Blood Father isn’t the stuff of the twenty-first century blockbuster. There are no superheroes, or spaceships, or teenagers performing magic.

Even in a more sophisticated era, Blood Father probably wouldn’t have been a blockbuster. It’s essentially the story of two people–a father and his daughter–evading and eventually fighting the bad guys. The fate of civilization isn’t on the line anywhere in this movie. 

But a lot of small movies (White Men Can’t Jump (1992) comes to mind) can nonetheless be a lot of fun. The fate of the entire world need not hang in the balance every time. 


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Blood Flats: Chapter 21

Sheriff’s Deputy Ron Norris sat alone in his squad car beneath a little overhang of tree branches that mostly obscured the few remaining traces of daylight.

He had turned off the vehicle’s headlights and taillights, and he hadn’t turned on the rooftop LEDs or the front strobes. He did not want to be recognized, didn’t want some Joe or Jane citizen slowing down to gawk at him, or worse, stop to make an inquiry: “Hello, Officer Norris, is there anything I can help you with?” In a small town like Perryston, civic-minded citizens still made gestures of that sort.

Norris held the muzzle of the Beretta against the soft fleshy area between his throat and his chin. This was the same weapon that he had used in his unsuccessful attempt to kill Lee McCabe.

Continue reading “Blood Flats: Chapter 21”

Blood Flats: Chapter 19

Lester Finn pressed the call termination button on his cell phone while the cop was still talking. He laid the phone down on the dark hardwood counter of the empty bar before him. He was trying to get his arms around the fact that a young veteran named Lee McCabe would have to die. That would be regrettable. He would much rather put a bullet in Norris, though Norris had proved himself to be a useful—if unwilling—tool. And the deputy would likely turn out to be even more useful in the future, now that he was an accomplice to murder. The Tim Fitzsimmons hit had been carried out based on information provided by Norris. The deputy had fingered Fitzsimmons as the distributor in the trailer park.

All the same, it would be a shame about the marine.

Continue reading “Blood Flats: Chapter 19”

Blood Flats: Chapter 18

It was now mid-afternoon—the hour at which Deputy Norris customarily ate lunch—but he was not the slightest bit hungry. As he steered his cruiser through downtown Perryston, he passed the McDonald’s and the Hardee’s entrances without a second glance. All he could think about was McCabe. McCabe might as well have been sitting beside him in the cruiser’s passenger seat.

Continue reading “Blood Flats: Chapter 18”