100 stories in 100 days

Thursday, April 10, 2014

DAY 100: We Leave with the Tide

›
Tommy had been rubbing his arm for the entire ride home.  "Will you leave it alone?  You're making it hurt," his mother said, ...

DAY 99: Cerberus and Sticks

›
It was a shanty on McMansion avenue, a reminder of the neighborhood's previous incarnation.  Gentrification had revitalized the neighbor...
Wednesday, April 9, 2014

DAY 98: The Family Tree

›
Grandma got everybody together for blondies and lemonade, the better to ask us to get grandpa's skull.  He had died on the operating tab...

DAY 97: In the Blood

›
At a cellular level, he was a violent man.  He was a tyro before his teeth finished coming in.  By the time his whiskers started, his aggres...

DAY 96: A Meeting with Mark Zuckerberg

›
Tonio and Shan took turns stealth-punching each other in the shoulder.  They found themselves in a Palo Alto suburb, ready for their 11 o...
Tuesday, April 8, 2014

DAY 95: The Sniper Sniper

›
Nicolau took a swig of his drink, and studied his improvised coaster.  "These are - or were - snipers. I tracked two of them down mysel...
Monday, April 7, 2014

DAY 94: An Awkward Itching Problem

›
Dr Maloney picked up the folder for room 413.  As she began to peruse through the file of Ms Melanie Rufrode, nurse Cyrus took the folder ou...
›
Home
View web version

About Me

My photo
Leroy Grey
For decades (and under several names), this man has written in a variety of media, on a panoply of subjects, in an attempt to demarcate the cacophany of the universe. Despite the failure of several ventures, and the gravitational pull of reality, this man is unable to refrain from writing. Seriously, the dude has a problem. An intervention seems inevitable.
View my complete profile
Powered by Blogger.