About kingmidget
About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes.
I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
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A few years ago I decided to try writing a story entirely in dialogue. I can’t say I got entirely there, but it’s close. I added another wrinkle to the experiment. Every few hundred words, I picked a word from … Continue reading →
I made a decision today. Awhile back I had thought I would take this story into hibernation with the idea I’d finish it and go from there. But writing it continues to be like pulling teeth with a rusty pair … Continue reading →
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It’s been awhile. More than a year ago, I wrote a short story. At least I thought it was a short story. The story is called The Jump. It’s somewhat hard to believe it has been 15 months since I … Continue reading →
His name was Sebastian Cole. His friends called him Bas ‘cause that’s what his brother Wilson called him. The three syllables were too much for his little brother. Bas was all he could handle. It stuck. Others called him Sebastard … Continue reading →
Chapters 1 and 2 are here. Chapters 3 and 4 are here. Chapters 5 and 6 are here. Chapters 7 and 8 are here. Chapter 9. The End “Come on, gentlemen. They’re just about done serving lunch.” “Eh.” Mike … Continue reading →
