Short Stories

MY PERSONAL ODYSSEY

During an endocrinologist appointment in April of 2024, I weighed a svelte 320 pounds – the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life. I say svelte with the kind of irony only someone hauling around…

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BLOOD IN THE INK

Excerpt from my recently published book Prologue– It Speaks to Me October 1897. Slains Castle, North Yorkshire. I came here to write the finishing chapters of Dracula. The early drafts had taken shape at the…

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RAY’S LAST PITCH

I stopped by the hospital one Saturday afternoon to sit with my grandfather, Ray. He had been in a coma for three days, and at 102 years old, he wasn’t expected to live much longer.

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THE PHANTOM’S EPILOGUE

New York City, March 1920 I am dying – this time, I believe, for real. I have not left my chambers on the twelfth floor of the Chatsworth in Manhattan for several weeks now, too…

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Did Ruth Really Call His Shot? Grandpa Didn’t Think So

Recently, I came across a news feed about a Babe Ruth jersey that sold for an incredible $24.12 million. Apparently, it was the one he wore during the 1932 World Series game when he supposedly…

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RIZZO, THE FAT-HEADED CAT

Hey! I’m Rizzo, the magnificent male feline. Alan and Lady Dawn are my persons. Well, mostly Lady Dawn as she prepares my meals, gives me treats and scratches my head nearly every night when we…

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HARRY VARDON’S GOLF BAG

HARRY VARDON’S LONG LOST GOLF BAG June 19th, 1914, British Open, Prestwick Golf Club, South Ayrshire Scotland Tommy noticed Harry was winded. It was not because of  the uncharacteristic near 90 degree weather, nor because…

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NO MERCY, NO QUARTER

His nose broke with that last punch, I could feel it. I also heard the sickening crunch. He had dropped his left hand just briefly and with lightning speed I hit him with my right…

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THE LAST DAYS OF DOC HOLLIDAY

An historical story of fiction November 7th, 1887 –Glenwood Springs Colorado The bed sheet was damp with sweat when he woke from a fitful sleep. It had been another long night of coughing. Upon waking…

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AN EVENING WITH THE DEAD

A few weeks ago, I told you about a visit to the Sphere to see the Eagles, as it was the greatest concert I had ever attended. I was wrong. This past weekend, a friend…

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