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Howdy! It’s high time to salute all the folks that assisted in the recent launch of Grit Fiction! Whether you opened up doors, welcomed me on the other side of them, pulled me through, or gave me a gentle nudge in the right direction, I appreciate you! You are and will aways be a part…

Spoiler alert: Hurricane Pandara is wreaking havoc on the west coast. Exactly like the National Weather Service predicted last week. I’m fighting to see through the horizontal rain that’s making mockery of my windshield wipers. Flood Zone A was ordered to evacuate fifty plus hours ago, so of course, the flooded streets are completely deserted.…

ALTERNATE WEINERVERSE  It was all one big stunt. Call it giving the people what they want. They came to see a competitive eating match and got a lot more than that.   The Goodrich blimp was buzzing overhead. Panic! At the Schnitzel was cranking out pop-punk styled patriotic tunes. The usual protestors were there, making loud…

EDDIE AND ELLIE: A LOVE STORY   It’s been more than thirty years now, and I still remember vividly the exact moment that my crush got crushed. I was pressed into the passenger seat of Eddie’s customized Chevy S10 pickup truck. It was early morning. Extra early. We were headed full throttle to Gold’s Gym.…

  MONDAY THE THIRTEENTH – It hates you, too. “Do I have to?” Tommy stood at the employee entrance, rubbing his head. Monday had just begun, and it couldn’t end soon enough. He had overslept. His shoelace broke. He arrived late, and with a hangover from Hennessy.   Thankfully, his job at the undersized overstock…

  HOW TO GET AWAY WITH NOTHIN’ You think you know my story, but you have no idea. It might have a cast of characters like you’ve seen before, and the plot might seem predictable but I am here to tell you it’s still worth a look for real. I got a lot of run-on…

NO TELL  They’re calling me William Tell, which just goes to show how few people know that story.  My story has an apple in it, but beyond that it’s more than a stretch. People are also calling me a hero, an assassin, a saint, a saboteur, a terrorist, even a Floridian. The last one’s a…

A MONTH AND A HALF OF SUNDAYS Is reliving really living? Emil Schubert was ninety-six years old, but nine hundred and sixty-nine years tired. It was late. Bedtime. 8:15 p.m. It felt so much later. Maria was certainly already sleeping. He would need to be quiet. He could feel his fuzzy slippers on his feet.…

THE PLUMMETING MAN   It was all about the sun. After all, the whole world revolved around it. How long had Earth’s inhabitants laughed off the warnings about greenhouse gases? Blissfully went about their lives ignoring the ozone layer and the man-made hole in it? Their neglect would be the death of him today, and…