Short Stories:
One Day At
the Mall:
I wrote this one in high school, obviously. Very
hip and anti-trendy. Whatever. People say it's good.
The Cold Shoulder
(or Wrist):
One of the stories I'm most proud of. I'd tell you
about it, but I'd give away the surprise ending.
So What Is
Up With the Penguin, Anyway?:
Still my favorite out of everything I've written.
Never before or since have I gotten up to this level of weirdness; I've
gotten close, but not close enough. ****temporarily down****
No Reality:
I consider this to be the direct ancestor of the previous story. I've gotten similar amounts of questions as to what I was o when I wrote both... ****temporarily down****
Zap!:
Just funny... and weird. Funny and weird. ****temporarily down****
Used Car:
A little horror story I wrote. Nothing great. Not bad, though. ****temporarily down****
The Thing From the Woods:
Description from previous story also applies. ****temporarily down****
Ned.
There is no describing this one. ****temporarily down****
Poems:
It Rises:
This is a poem that's meant to be performed, really.
It's still good, though. ****temporarily down****
An Average
Weekday Afternoon:
Hooray for angst poetry. Whatever. ****temporarily down****
Buy Things You Don't Need:
Me being preachy. Sorry. ****temporarily down****
Yellow Skylight on a Cold Day:
I can't even begin to explain it. ****temporarily down****
What I Saw on the Side of the Road Last Tuesday:
Exactly what it sounds like.
Be Your OwnPerson:
How preachy can I be? At least this time I use irony. Enough irony to choke a horse.
Plays:
Out the Window
Shot Through
the Foot, and You're to Blame:
I have a special spot in my heart for these two
very very short one-acts. Mainly because I actually got people to perform
them once. I should do more of these.
Luv Stories:
A play I began writing but haven't finished yet.
I'm up to the third act (of five), but I don't have most of what I've written
with me, so I can only put up Act I for now.
Act
I