Stories

  • Open Mic Nite

    Staten Island is easily my least favorite of New York’s five boroughs and there ain’t a damned thing I miss about it. Okay, there is one thing. A pub. A tiny mom and pop tavern with that everybody knows your name ambiance that I didn’t discover until the final two of my nine year stint…

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  • Tales From The Set: “Call My Ex, Please?”

    In order to support myself until I acquire the fortune that is my birthright, I’ve had to secure employment working background — also known as being an extra.

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  • Songs As Stories: A Scrapbook of Daydreams

    “That kind of relationship is doomed before it even begins,” her mother warned. “His type… they can’t be faithful, it isn’t in their genes.” But Alison paid no heed and fell head first in love with the living embodiment of a daydream.

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  • Skinship: That Which Binds Us

    Eventually you come to a point in life where the number of people you know—-them what breathes—-are equally balanced with the people you knew—-them what don’t. This happens to be a them what don’t post about a woman named Mickie. If you’ve ever had the occasion to fill out an online profile designed for folks…

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  • Vacancies, Vacancies Everywhere, Yet None of Them For Me

    My secret selves have been wandering my memory palace of late, searching for an empty room in which to steal a bit of solitude for I sometimes need to swaddle my internal dialogue in silence when even the quietest place on earth can offer me no rest. You might have surmised correctly that I’ve been…

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  • 8 Simple Rules For Dating My Cthulhuian Daughter

    So, your plan is to court my daughter, is it? Please, step inside freely and of your own will. Once I have taken your coat, please make…

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  • I Am A Sentient Black Hole. Ask Me Anything.

    Feeling a bit under the weather today, so instead of either skipping a week or tossing up some filler nonsense, I’ve decided to invite a guest blogger, who happens to be a character in one of my science fiction novellas. Sally forth and be kind to my guest bloggeringly writeful. — Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys My name…

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  • First Saturdays

    Hi, my name is Rhyan and I’m a movie addict. And an insomniac. Native New Yorker, born in Manhattan, raised in The Bronx, and because I inherited my mother’s transient nature, I’ve managed to live in each of the five boroughs. Poor as a skunk’s misery, a church mouse, Job, Lazarus, and dirt. Hell, I’m…

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  • A Rose by Any Other Voice

    “You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.” ― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus There are…

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  • The Island of Misfit Posts #3: Saturday Storytime Cellar

    I’m a horrible planner, always have been, so it’ll come as no surprise that I don’t outline these posts beforehand. It’s all stream of consciousness writing, which is akin to jamming your grubby mitts into Forest Gump’s chocolate box and never knowing whatcha gonna wind up with. The idea for this abandoned post sorta-kinda stemmed…

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