Artwork, Artwork, Artwork

Artwork is the bane of my existence. I can’t do it, but I crave it. Like a celiac craves fresh bread. At least, in my mind they would crave it. Oh wheat, you’re so bad for me, and I love you. Artwork. I’m on the hunt for someone who can draw in the old style of comics like Alex Raymond …

The Last Good Man in The Beaches- Chapter One- Little Girl Lost

The credits come up in the waves at the same time as the saxophone music starts blaring. I’m standing first person, looking at the cell phone in one hand, and the burning crumpled cigarette in the other. The virtual suit is amazing. Sure it feels a little weird having a skull cap on, but the worst part was the torso. …

The Last Good Man in The Beaches- Teaser: Lost in the Shallows

      She drifted on the waters as if part of the surf.       Face down.       Hands and arms spread white as feathers.       Her red gown was the one she wore when I last saw her. Her purse tilted on the sand as if anchoring her to the city. Even now, …