Category Archives: story excerpt
“Mister…?”
A young boy, dressed in clean but threadbare jeans and a shirt that might have once been red, took in my leathers and my road-weary black Harley. He then shot me a look that was older than he was. “Mister? … Continue reading
Excerpt from The Last Salmon
(Note: this is a quick excerpt from my story The Last Salmon (first published in Rattapallax). It’s also in my collection White Ravens–And More Stories (click the link to the right).–jrs) He almost missed his turn. The flashing yellow light … Continue reading
Beginning: The Caper Salad Caper
The day dawned dirty, like the unspoken fantasies of a TV evangelist. Liggnum rolled over and blinked at the grey light filtering into his closet of an apartment. His eyes burned and his mouth felt like a family of spiders … Continue reading
The Glow…continued
(Note: This is a continuation of “The Glow” that was posted on October 17.–jrs) The siren refused to get closer and faded away altogether. It was the first road noise Bob had heard up here in years. He wondered about … Continue reading
Excerpt from “Death is Easy”
(Note: This is an excerpt from a Mike Ironwood novel I’ve “finished” and am now rewriting. For the sake of context, Daniel is Mike’s half-brother who is also half Nez Perce. ~jrs) When we got out of bed Bucket came … Continue reading
Excerpt: The Talons of Quantam (opening of Book II)
A giant hairless man, dressed in exquisitely tanned buckskin, woven through with cunning designs, led him to a vestibule at the north side of the great hall. “I shall be just outside. When you are cleared, I shall take you … Continue reading
The Glow
“You gonna shoot me with that?” The stranger did not look particularly concerned as he stood next to the tree that had sprouted when Bob’s grandpa was a kid. It stretched over a hundred feet to the sky now and … Continue reading
Angel of Revenge
His neck was getting sore from looking up over his left shoulder at the IV bag. A long feed snaked from the bag’s bottom and slithered into the plastic port on his left forearm. He could not shake the dread … Continue reading