Today is December 1, 1950. My birthday. I am now twenty-four years old. There’s been difficulty getting mail in what with the cold. Thirty below some nights, or so they say. Haven’t heard from Genevieve in weeks. No more, “Dearest Phil,” “My Love Phil,” “Sweetest Phil.” Nothing but the blinding cold here in this godforsaken place, this Chosin Reservoir. They call us The Chosin Few. … Continue reading Phil
I’m on fire watch. It’s Fort Benning hot, humid, clouds of fly sex every five feet you walk. The barracks are quiet, everyone asleep, and I’m thinking of what to say. Mom tells me PGN is sick. She doesn’t want to say too much, but I can tell it’s bad. They keep moving his room in the hospital. It’s hard to get a hold of … Continue reading Drew
Here’s a rough take of Down to the Water, a song I wrote based on guitar work by the very talented Andrew Lamb. This song deals with the end of the novel, when everything comes full circle. What do you guys think? Continue reading Down to the Water
It’s a quarter to two and Waldo gets home at three. Roger’s not back till six, and who knows when Drew will come home. There’s still time. The soaps are on, and there’s a funny word. Soap, like days when PGN would catch me swearing and wash my mouth out, it turning everything to itself the way tofu does, only soap milk or soap bread … Continue reading Mona
My story DPDR has just been published in the first issue of Wraith Infirmity Muses! It’s an experimental story for sure, but I think it’s interesante. While you’re there, check out the rest of the issue too. The words are as great as the individually-crafted pieces of art that accompany them. Continue reading Wraith Infirmity Muses Love!
We met in the psych ward, your hands shaking jello off your spoon, face mask covering everything but your eyes as you glanced at me, then back to the plate. I watched the birds as they flew past the window, wingtips grazing glass, and said what the hell. I introduced myself, put my hands in my lap so my bandaged arms were out of view. … Continue reading Intertwined
A post shared by Nick (@why_fie) on Jun 1, 2017 at 8:47pm PDT I can’t even right now. Thank you, as always, for reading my work! I love you guys! Continue reading Fiction Southeast!
Until you can type these two words, keep going. No matter how long it takes, no matter how hard it is, keep going. I've spent four years on Here's Waldo so far, and in that time I've gotten five short stories published that were either based on or related to that novel. You can do it. You have it in you. A post shared by … Continue reading The End