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| Ron Paul and the Fed
| | Paper money costs its creator almost nothing. Because our money in America is paper, our government could produce this country’s currency virtually free to the American people, with no debt attached... | | Words: | 657 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Public |
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| So Cool it was Ridiculous
| | NOTE I've retitled this. How about it? Should I try again? I'm wide open if anyone has any better ideas. That summer Jim and I spent our weekends in Del Mar. That was where we found mobs of people... | | Words: | 3062 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Slut, The Punk, and The Bad-ass---revised again
| | It was almost 2AM and Daniel Carr was considering murder. Not complicated, carefully plotted, devious murder, but a simple and brutal evening up. He'd done it inside'twice. Once using a spoon with the... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 23-10-07 |
| Words: | 1843 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Mugging Pizza Delivery Guys
| | We were class clowns. Weâ??d been through the public school mill and, with hardly a suggestion as to what we should do now, the administrators had given us one final salute and a few false words of... | | Words: | 3211 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Reader |
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| A Hardboiled Story REVISED VERSION-
| | The Carnival was set up at the end of a long stretch of hardpan road, on a homely patch of dirt that some comedian had decided to call the Hayden County Fairgrounds. It was a gloomy, unpleasant day... | | Words: | 2200 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Reader |
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| A Theory of Government
| | The story of the Trojan horse is a fable about false blessings. Supposedly the Greeks, when at war with the Trojans, could not get inside the city walls of Troy. So they constructed a giant wooden... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 06-01-08 |
| Words: | 1812 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Five Minute Midlife Crisis (RE-REVISED)
| | Alf looked at himself in the greasy mirror. He looked at the gray-dusted crust of whiskers, the smudged half-moons sagging under his eyes, and the four deep, ruler straight wrinkles seared across his... | | Words: | 1682 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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