similar to most humans, alex kimmell is made from a high percentage of dihydrogen monoxide. he inhales oxygen and exhales carbon dioxide. to provide energy for survival, he consumes necessary resources. with his spouse, he has two male offspring. they reside together in the smallest american state. his family’s two short legged canines keep the squirrels at bay. he has nightmares… visit him at alexkimmell.com
Here are the best books I read in 2016
(not in any particular order) 300,000,000 – Blake Butler A Head Full of Ghosts – Paul Tremblay A House at the Bottom of a Lake – Josh Malerman Animal Money – Michael Cisco Anomaly Flats – Clayton Smith Bird Box – Josh Malerman Discovering Scarfolk – Richard Littler Ella Minnow Pea – Mark Dunn Every Part of the Animal – Duncan Ralston Fake Fruit Factory – Patrick Wensink Falter-Kingdom – Michael Seidlinger Gutshot – Amelia Gray Gutted – Ed. D
The 4th Annual Rhode Island Author Expo. Meet over 125 local authors, all under one roof From middle grade to horror to science fiction Free admission! Free parking! Giveaways and more!
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these are on my 2016 Halloween watch list for today…
what are you watching
the most terrifying thing of them all…
my beloved chicago bears are playing the vikings
on monday night football
it’s sure to be a bloodbath
oh the horror…
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Come to the largest Festival of its kind in Southern New England The Scituate Art Festival
This Columbus Day Weekend October 8-10
Hundreds of fine artists, crafts-people, musicians, great food and…
your finest independent local writers
from the Association of Rhode Island Authors
including yours truly…
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Dad let me in here. He told me to do this. He showed me how.
I don’t like the blood. It is everywhere now. The people fighting outside I see them from the window.
Mom went out there before I woke up. Dad told me not to look before he shut the door. Im in here by myself.
I didn’t see Jonah. I think I heard him outside but I never seen him.
I need to be quiet so they cant hear me. I don’t want to fight.
It is all blood now. So much blood. I
i don’t know where she is, but i cant find her.
i can hear the noise.
i follow it everywhere, but she’s not in the house.
my leg stopped responding to my brain when i got out of bed.
i fell down three times already.
i think it was three…
melissa isn’t waking up.
i guess she’s really tired.
jonah crawled into our bed a little while ago.
Okay. That was weird. I opened the back door to let Sadie do her business before we went upstairs to bed. I called her three or four times to get her up from behind the couch. The way she walked, I almost went to check her water bowl for vodka. She wobbled across the floor like a drunk. Even her eyes rolled back a bit showing whites beneath her deep brown irises.
I followed her outside and watched her tumble down the stairs. My heart skipped a beat or two when she missed some footing
About an hour ago Sadie started whimpering in her sleep. She normally snores pretty loud so I didn’t notice it at first. Sitting next to her on the couch, Gabriel called me over. “Hey Dad?” He scratched behind her ear. “Sadie’s having a nightmare. Look.”
“I bet she’s dreaming about chasing that rabbit in the backyard.” Her short legs were kicking and scratching while her lips curled and uncurled. We’d seen her have dreams before, and she can be pretty active in her sleep.
Melissa and the kids got home from their party a little while ago. Sadie didn’t run to the door to greet them when they got here. She didn’t even bother to get up from her nap in between the couches. I chalked it up to her being left outside for such a long time and... Read more.
Instead of freaking out, I sat at the computer trying to force myself to work. If I still wrote on paper, there would be been a pile of crumpled balls surrounding my garbage pail in the corner. I put on some music, too distracting. I turned off the music, that didn’t help either. I closed my eyes and did some deep breathing exercises. Slow. Calm. Relaxed. I felt better. The screens flashing cursor lost some of its intimidating quality.
My fingers moved closer to the keys…
I’m not being paranoid!
There were more of them. So many that the entire surface of the trampoline was nearly covered. Pretty much the opposite of what you think I should do, I ran outside. Without my shoes on no less. I turned on the hose and sprayed the carcasses off the trampoline. Then I turned around and saw the beehive clinging to the wall just above my window. I switched the nozzle to high until the strangely familiar shape fell to the ground with a deep, hollow
Tell me I’m being paranoid.
Everyone else left to go to a birthday party and I stayed home by myself. Trying to get some work done to prepare for next week’s craziness. Of course my hands wont stop shaking now. Not so easy to type with M.S. And a batch of the heebie jeebies piled on top.
The kid’s trampoline is in the side yard underneath my studio window. I looked out over the yard and after a couple of seconds I saw them. There were only a couple, which
It’s the busiest weekend of the year. The Art’s Festival has taken over everything. Most of the streets are blocked off and police are everywhere. Flocks of people swarm in from all over New England to look at hand quilted blankets, listen to the marching bands, wolf down bags of freshly popped caramel corn and Styrofoam bowls of chowder.
Of course we had to snafu our way through the road blocked traffic and make our way to the baseball fields for our Fall Ball game today. I’m not sur