The Car Thief (1972) is a gritty, deeply human coming-of-age novel set in 1959 Flint, Michigan, that follows 16-year-old Alex Housman, a troubled teen who has just stolen his fourteenth car. Initially, Alex doesn’t really know why he steals cars — he simply feels numb, invisible, and restless, using the thrill of driving stolen vehicles… Read More The Car Thief by Theodore Weesner – Flint Book of the Week
In the recent class I took on writing the Weird and Eerie one prompt was to write about an AI interference in the world. As you read this piece, think of a B&W, B Grade Science Fiction Movie. LADWelcome! Welcome! It is so good to see another face in the flesh! I hope you have… Read More LAD
The Sequel by Walter Scott Story Sobered on the instant—the padlock had clicked when Montresor passed the chain about my waist and thus fastened me to. the wall—I stood upright in the little dungeon, the blood running cold in my veins. With maniacal laughter, he withdrew from the niche, whipped a trowel from under his… Read More The Sequel by Walter Scott Story
Solitary and forbidding, the house stared specterlike through scraggly trees that seemed to shrink from its touch. The green moss of decay lay on its dank roofs, and the windows, set in deep cavities, peered blindly at the world as if through eyeless sockets. So forbidding was its aspect that boys, on approaching its cheerless… Read More The Closing Hand by Farnsworth Wright
The camp had been here a number of years. Decades old, built from the ruins of an old insane asylum. It had housed the mentally ill during the roaring twenties, through the depression, right up to the start of WWII.The clientele was the usual mix of the rich and famous. Burned out starlets, washed up… Read More Band Camp
I am a proud card-carrying introvert. Other people? Bah, to hell with them. I have me, myself and I, so who else would I need? I spit on the grave of those disgusting extroverts, their loud voices and attention stealing ways. What is my dream of a perfect life? A small cabin in the middle… Read More I am a proud card-carrying introvert (fiction)
The Yellow HouseUntil I was about five, a family of multiple children lived next door. Their house was a poor kept, two-bedroom bungalow with no basement. One of my earliest memories is of the children coming out of the house to play in the summer. They must have finished breakfast and their mother shooed them… Read More The Yellow House
Zigmund Warren arrived at Woodland Elementary in 1967. He transferred from another school and began to attend the third grade with me. His parents I found out moved him because of the enormous amount of teasing and bullying he was receiving.You might assume he was receiving ridicule because of his strange first name but actually… Read More Guys I Went to School with – Zigmund Warren
Ramblings of an Old Coot 