Arizona Spokes

Joined May 2009.

8 stories, 0 challenges, 4 comments, and 3 friends

For eight long years of my life, I believed in something other than myself. I believed in people. It was the happiest time of my life.

On the ninth year, all of that changed. All of that changed, and I turned into what I am now.

I wonder if I still exist sometimes.

I was born in a small farm house in 1936 to a freshly wed Robert and Angela. My father was a car salesman for 20 years. He died of a gunshot wound to the heart at the age of 36. My mother raised myself and my 4 sisters up by herself. Working two jobs, and she still found time to read us bedtime stories.

I guess what I remember best are those stories. I remember expecting adventure and exploration. Those stories stuck with me. I suppose that is why I do what I do.

I was a journalist in the years preceding my favorite eight years. I worked for a small newspaper in Michigan. Before that, I worked at a law firm in New York.

I live now in a ranch just outside Fishtail, Montana. I run a shop, and I write stories.

So that is me.


  1. Time. Travel? Time? Travel. Time? Travel? Time. Travel.

    “You’re going to kill yourself?” “More or less.” Drew readjusted his seating position. He sighed. He looked up at the ceiling. He looked back down. He picked up his coffee. “Let me get this straight.” “Go...

  2. Midwest Purgatory: A Stalled Travelogue, chapter one (part two)

    A red and white striped long sleeve shirt. Who wears a long sleeve shirt in the dead center of July? “It’s- well… uh,” Rusty stumbled for something to say. “What are these?” she asked, sitting down, not waiting to fi...

  3. The Cause of Gauze

    It was torture. Pure and simple. This was torture. I hadn’t read a bit of it, but I hated it already. I hated every part of it. The lack of embedded video, the disregard for any sort of conceivable entertainment, all the way down to each round pe...

  4. You Would Hope They Sell Drugs for that Kind of Thing

    It’s hard to tell someone you don’t think they exist. I mean, that’s what they all worry about, right? Existing in your world. Being someone to you. Being something to you. These being the case, it is very hard to inform someone that ...

  5. Bernard B. Belling, or: The Ghost of Ghost Hill (Part 7)

    “But… that’s…” “What? Impossible? Not as much as you’d think.” “So… is any of it right?” “Any of what?” “You know, the… whole ‘religion’ thing.”...

  6. Bernard B. Belling, or: The Ghost of Ghost Hill (Part 5)

    Bernard clicked his television off, got up, and opened the closet. He looked into his own eyes. He felt his own sadness. For the first time in all his life, Bernard was looking at himself. And he screamed. He ran out of his house, he ran with the fever...

  7. Bernard B. Belling, or: The Ghost of Ghost Hill (Part 3)

    The rain went well with Bernard’s mindset. Not that he would know this, having been born in The Great Drought. He had never seen rain before, but he was still unmoved. He was caught inside himself. All he could remember were her stinging words. T...

  8. Bernard B. Belling, or: The Ghost of Ghost Hill (Part 1)

    Rain fell from the sky like some sort of rain falling system of clouds. So systematically, the rain was then evaporated back up into the same clouds, and it rained again. This rain then fell into rivers and streams and lakes and everything else that is...

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