Author Archives: powerjacob

New Stuff for Writer’s

I have some new merchandise for any writers out there. Hope you enjoy. If you have any requests or ideas, please share.

Key Slapper

For those of you who don’t know a key slapper is someone, like myself, who learned how to type on a typewriter. At least, that’s what I like to think. Now, I’m not a curmudgeon, or a luddite, or anything of that sort. I like to think of myself, or my generation, as the last […]

So what’s going on?

There’s been a lot going on since the last time I posted. In addition to the flash fiction posts I’ve been busy working on a short story I hope to finish soon. Then it will be a round of proofing, editing, and so on before self-publishing this as well. A few of the characters either […]

Whiskey Kiss

Here is this week’s Chuck Wendig Flash Fiction Challenge. This week’s challenged is the Random Cocktail Generator. What happens is you go here, or here, where a random cocktail is named. The name is the title of the author’s 1000 word short story. This was mine. Enjoy. Whiskey Kiss It’s simple math, really. You take today’s date […]

High Stealing

This is a submission to Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge: Ten Random Sentences. The object was to use one of the sentences provided, write a story under 1000 words, and post it. I managed to squeeze two of the sentences in there. Enjoy. High Stealing There are different types of junkies, and my drug comes […]

Review and Reflections on Cheryl Strayed’s “Wild”

Currently I’m reading/listening to the book “Wild,” by Cheryl Strayed. I’m not sure why I decided to give it a go, but I had noticed this book probably for over a year, I’m not entirely sure of the timeline. A white book with a brown hiking boot and red laces stands out in the crowd. […]

Heading North for the Winter

Here is something from the vault I wrote several years back. It’s a true story, and seems like a lifetime ago. To put this in a time perspective I would have to say this was some time around December 2002 or 2003. Enjoy.

Heading North for the Winter

Everyone thought we were either crazy or stupid for doing what we did, but I was in a state of joyful madness about the whole thing. It began when a friend of mine, James, asked me if I’d assist him in an endeavor for his soon to be pregnant fiancé. As I listened to his offer while working well into my fifth or sixth pint of Guinness reaping the benefits of a good buzz, the same type I had the night before, and sighed in agreement at the proposition.