Insomnia — Shreya Vikram

Some nights, you come real close. So close, you can taste the sleep, you can smell it. It smells like dripping saliva and warm cotton cloth. In the dead of the night, the clock blinking at 2:43 a.m., you feel like a corpse dragged out from the grave. Immortality forced down a mortal. You feel wrong. … Continue reading Insomnia — Shreya Vikram

May – Military Appreciation Month 2019 — Pacific Paratrooper

https://www.youtube.com/embed/S3jeHXrTz9A?version=3&rel=1&fs=1&autohide=2&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&wmode=transparent Most of my readers have see this post or one similar here on Pacific Paratrooper, but due to the arrival of new readers, I have chosen to remind every one again. I thank you all for taking the time to visit this site and I hope you are enjoying the freedoms that these troops … Continue reading May – Military Appreciation Month 2019 — Pacific Paratrooper

Ghosts: An Original Ghost Story — Book ‘Em, Jan O

Readers, here’s one of my own (fictional but still fun) ghost stories, from my published collection, Rest In Fleece: Ghosts, Tall Tales & Horror Stories! It’s a short story with an unusual twist and several articulate ghosts! Enjoy! The Forever Home I moved to the Elysium Row house late that year. The leaves had turned […] … Continue reading Ghosts: An Original Ghost Story — Book ‘Em, Jan O

This Week in Indie Publishing — Author Don Massenzio

Independent writers are choosing their own paths to success Until recently, if you were a writer who had a novel or other work, there was essentially a single path to follow: you tried to find an agent who liked your writing, and who would be able to sell it to a publisher. The process could […] … Continue reading This Week in Indie Publishing — Author Don Massenzio

There is no scene — To Dad With Love Poetry

In which I would rather be wrapped Than this one: 8pm on a Saturday Sitting at my writing-corner Comfortable in a closet of organised mess Leather of the reading-chair cracked in places The cellphone sleeping A pen poised In it I get to think About the evening fog draped In folds from trees Leaves falling […] … Continue reading There is no scene — To Dad With Love Poetry