UNPUBLISHEDNOTDEAD!

You know what sucks, this is the edited version of my story. I will say that I got more than a few good comments on how to fix this story, so being the open and great guy I am, I fixed it. By the way, I love this story, it’s so f-ing me it’s scary.

DANA THOMAS AND THE BIG BLACK SCAR by Kael

Judging from Dana’s initial and subsequent reaction to the entire incident, it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t looking for fame the day he placed his hands on Agnes Nickelbacken, a young woman he hit with his car. If it weren’t for the Wal-Mart security cameras monitoring union activity in the parking lot, no one would have known it had happened at all. Now, of course, the story is famous.

Agnes had walked out of the Wal-Mart after picking up a box of tampons she needed unexpectedly. Agnes and her husband had been trying to have a baby Read the rest of this entry »

Everyone tells me that I should write screenplays, and like I said before, it’s mostly because they think that I’m not a very good writer, and screenwriting is the gutter of all literature. I’m not sure that’s true or not, but whatever … they’re dicks. I did, however, write a short story that is pretty deceptive. I actually wrote this as a prelude to writing a screenplay. I think it’s more fun to write a short story, but I do think this will become a pretty good screenplay if I ever decide to do it. (by the way, when I work-shopped this for a class, people actually commented “I don’t know this michael flanagan or anything, so I’m not sure how accurate this is …” If you read this and have that comment, (duh!), let me make it clear, there is no michael flanagan, or brad davis … well maybe there are, but they are not these people.)

MIKEY-BOY by Kael

I’m that Michael Flanagan. I’m the one you’re heard about, bet you thought I was dead. You thought that my mother stole me from my father in the dead of night to give me a better life, but during my journey to America I died. The plane that was carrying my ten-year-old self had crashed over the North Channel, and there were no survivors, only I never got on a plane. I remember when they put the white makeup on me, made me lie down, Read the rest of this entry »

When we did it I told Brad it was my first time, but mostly because most guys can’t go long enough for it to feel good, and thus far Brad hadn’t proved himself with much staying power. I just didn’t want to. I tried to remember what my face was supposed to like while it was in excruciating pain when I climbed on top of him and slowly sat down on it. I was grateful for the darkness since acting had never been my strongest quality, which is ironic since evidently Read the rest of this entry »

I promised this in my very first podcast, but I kept forgetting to put this online. This is one of the stories I submitted to get into this conference I keep talking about. I’ll post the other one later (I need something to hold over everyone’s head.) During the conference, and part of the 750 bucks you put up, a professional writer critiques you. I actually loved the woman who critiqued my story. She was very Read the rest of this entry »

IT FALLS
By Kael

It all started off on Monday afternoon at around 3:40 p.m. Luke Murray was working the late afternoon shift at the Starbucks (that new Starbucks located on the forty-fifth floor of the “Pay-Before-yo-yo-yo-Payday” building downtown), when Aaron James and Taylor Danes came in. The two had been downstairs making a payment on a two-year-old loan that Aaron took out to pay his baby-mama’s August 2005 rent. Aaron had made his final 100-dollar monthly payment on his 500-dollar loan and decided to celebrate with a shot of espresso. Luke was in a good mood that afternoon since the previous evening his boyfriend of five years finally moved out after having gained 50 lbs over the course of their relationship, and his B.F.F., Gloria Hammer, had applied glitter to his highlights.

Luke took the boys order, told them how fabulous they both Read the rest of this entry »

Contests … I’ve entered a couple, but to be honest I don’t think I have what they want. I write in a pretty specific way, I figure out what I’m supposed to put in the box, and then I throw the box away. I do think, however, that it’s important that you enter contests, and get your feet wet, and win, not win … whatever. It’s just important to have the confidence to put your work out there for people to read, and not for the same old stupid reasons we keep hearing Read the rest of this entry »