For the last decade I've been wanting to write a novel that takes place in the stars that make up Orion's Belt. It started because I used to look for the constellation at night as a way to enjoy nostalgic memories and wonder if there were people there staring at
Tag: Broncos Country Let's Write
My brain is rotting in confinement
The Broncos are on Bye and so is my Heart
Lessons in Failure: Broncos and Board Games
47 Wide Right
Earlier eras of football history saw reckless intervention by alien forces. As time progressed, though, subtler and subtler methods were used by the planetary interlopers. By the start of the 1990s, technology was getting better, documentation more ubiquitous. The greys began to leverage comparatively sophisticated measures for altering the outcomes
Bud Grant Could Have Saved Us
Our heroes, or theirs?
[DFO] Book Club presents: A Tale Of Two Cities
Chapter 5: Alive in Dove Valley
[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] Russell Wilson awoke to the sound of Sports Center. Clean white sheets and sanitary plastic bed-rails enshrined him. He heard the sound of his daughter enjoying a game on her iPad, and his wife trying not to argue with a nurse. An oxygen mask sat snugly
Chapter 4: Beneath Dove Valley
[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] ---------- Russell Wilson awoke to the sensation of dripping water. As his hands searched for purchase on the slick stone floor, they scraped across several crusty pores and sharp cracks in the uneven surface. He picked himself up slowly, stifling a cough and begging for relief from his
Chapter 3: Dove Valley Elementary
[chapter 1] [chapter 2] ---------- The school's front doors weren't supposed to be unlocked, but they opened freely at Russell Wilson's touch. The heavy metal doors clacked closed as the QB found himself alone in the atrium of Dove Valley Elementary. Though it was a lively place during the day, the charm and
Chapter 2: Searching Dove Valley
[chapter 1] ---------- The pale glow of the parking lot's fluorescent light poles grew in the distance as Russell Wilson approached. Their brightness overpowered the dim trail markers that had illuminated his way through the golf course's carefully maintained copse of aspen. The lot's empty spaces, each traced with care by crisp