100 words - Max's Revenge

Max stepped out of the store into the evening mist. Half rain, half fog, all discomforting. The clerk hesitated at the door. She replayed the scene in her head searching for the moment of offense but found none. Why had he suddenly scowled, turned and walked out the door?

A limo pulled up and Max got in. On the floor, wrapped in bloody rags, was the man who sold his nephew the heroin. Carlson, the driver, turned to Max smiling the smile that Max so disliked but so depended upon. They left the city in search of some place dark.

Writing update

Last night I actually finally started rewriting my second novel, UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS. It needs tons-o-work but it doesn't suck, which is a good start.

100 Words - Man Enough

Noise and light. Power and glory. Wheel and road. Nightmare visions. Doom is coming for your daughters. Hide them in the basement, no the attic. Get your weapons. Stand your ground. Be the hero of your dreams. Protect the loved ones. Be worthy of their faith. None of your failures matter now. All or nothing. Sainthood or damnation. The razor's edge of fate. The book of life waits to be written. Will children sing your name? Will old women spit on your grave? Only failure can lift this burden from you. What is your comfort worth? Are you man enough?

A Book Worth Reading

A MIND NOT WORTH CONTROLLING, by Joshua Price

OK, I need to say it, this is a stupid book, and I mean that in the best possible way. I don't think there's a humor writer who didn't write at least one story featuring a silly, incompetent but somehow successful crime fighter. My own attempts featured the oddly-named Captain Calypso who I say humbly never had the gusto or outrageousness of A MIND NOT WORTH CONTROLLING's hero Captain Rescue.

"Where are the bad guys?!" Captain Rescue bellowed. "I will kill them!"

To a fan of stupid heroes, as I am, this is poetry. The plot, the characters and especially the conclusion are audacious and ridiculous. For people unfamiliar with the stupid hero genre, forget it, you won't get it. Though the story may be short enough to survive the average reader's suspension of expectation of seriousness.