STORY TIME: A Hacked Radio Signal & Time Travelers!

On February 23rd, 2021, my third novel, “A Law of Constants,” hits the shelves at Amazon.Com and I am SUPER EXCITED! This book is one of my most ambitious stories and I have poured a lot of time and brain power into the concept — I am very happy with the final product and I know that you are absolutely going to love it. Again, “A Law of Constants” will be available on February 23rd, EXCLUSIVELY through Amazon.Com.

If I can be brutally honest, I love telling people that I am a writer, and I have a book coming out. The first question, a vast majority of the time, is “what’s the book about?” That opens the floodgates for a torrent of geekery that most people don’t realize is possible. When researching the topics for “A Law of Constants,” I have been in rabbit holes of science and conspiracy theories — which should go hand in hand, if you think about it — and it is the treasure trove of topics that my eight year old self would have pissed himself to know existed.

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[STORY]: The Ballad of the Body

This past year, I threw my hat in to compete in the New York City Midnight Madness Flash Fiction contest. Authors were asked to write a very short story (under 1,000 words), that contained certain criteria. For my first year competing, I did alright. Only the top five out of every group would proceed to round three — I was number six.

Since I’ve been eliminated, I am now free to share the work I contributed. This is the entry from the first round. The criteria my group was given was:

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STORY TIME: A Body’s Constellation [Halloween 2019]

The waiting room was white; the walls, the furniture, the decoration, the floors. The entire room was so sterile and virgin that the only surface that seemed real and tangible was where the tears had fallen and not yet dried. The rest of the room was more like the pulsating shades of light than a hard surface where life could occur.

I sat in a chair that was neither uncomfortable or soothing. I had business to attend, unfortunately, it was the same business that the eyes that had spilled the evaporating tears had. I wished I was alone, perhaps I could have had a moment to prepare myself in the form of getting my emotions out. I imagine that I didn’t let myself break down for the same reason that the small family that sat in the room across from me did: my grief was none of their concern, nor was theirs any concern of mine. It’s a strange sensation, knowing that a near identical experience is happening across the room and being so enveloped in your own experience to not offer the same comfort that you craved. We’re a strange species, human beings.

“Mr. Miller?” my name was called by a disembodied voice; it was not abrasive nor soothing, the same level of tolerable that the furniture had been, “you will be seen now.”

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Story Time – Behold, The Wicked Wind – Halloween 2018

Behold, The Wicked Wind
By: A.P. Miller

Wolf Rocks, Appalachian Mountains – Halloween, 1910.
Bad magic usually comes with a few rules: utmost faith and keeping your mouth shut about what you had seen is usually chief amongst the unwritten regulations to be followed. Keeping that in mind, the long line of people waiting to get inside of the cabin was much longer than should be, if everyone had been abiding by the rules. The night was thick with unseasonable humidity, a bad moon had cast a wicked glow over everyone that was waiting, and a dense mist was rising from the stream that flowed nearby. The combination of cool grass underfoot and the beads of sweat pouring from the brow was a tad disorienting.

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Story Time – Fireside Confessional – Halloween 2018

Fireside Confessional
By: A.P. Miller

People just don’t party in the woods like they used to. Sydney George could remember a time in her life when she and her friends would take sleeping bags, a few cases of beer, and enough something to burn to keep the party going until the sun started coming up. Then life happened. People got older, they had kids, bought houses, and had responsibility. Despite every promise they had made to each other when they were graduating, Syndey’s close circle of friends just didn’t keep in contact the way they were supposed to. Continue reading “Story Time – Fireside Confessional – Halloween 2018”