Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Lies (A Parody of Sia's Song, Chandelier)

Party Politicians love the hurt
Don’t feel anything, they will never learn
Money they push down, they push down

I’m the one “to represent you all”
Polls going up, representatives ring’ doorbells
But there is no love, there is no love

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Monday, August 25, 2014


Written by: Melissa R. Mendelson
Performed by: LoneSomeDJ

Nothing are the days of life
That go by fast.
Just an empty road that remains
Once we’re gone.

Nothing are the hours of time
That we spend drifting, wasting away
Watching nothing.
Thoughts are the clouds drifting by,
Dreams we wonder
But really nothing.

We fade.
We are nothing.
We fade.
We are nothing.
We are something.

Nothing are the moments
That we forget to keep.
Pictures that haunt and fade
In dressers filled with crap,
Nothing that would later remain.

Nothing is the youth left wild.
We grow tame,
And nothing we did
Would never change.
We fade.
We become something.


We fade. We are nothing. We fade. We are nothing. We fade, but we made the world something. We remain.

Chorus: (Repeat Twice)

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Bad Habits

Bad Habits
(Parody of True Blood's Bad Things by Jace Everett)
Written By Melissa R. Mendelson
Performed By Bobbie C.

When I come home, I let the bad habits out
And every echo is from my stomach’s shout
I don’t know why you drive up against my car
But even if you can’t cut me off doesn’t mean we’re through
I wanna unleash my bad habits on you

I’m the kind to wait until I’m alone in my room
Talk during movies and tv shows just to be rude
I don’t know who you are walking around me
But a cough in the face might make you see
I wanna unleash bad habits on you, okay

When I come home, I let the bad habits out
And every echo is from my stomach’s shout
I don’t know why you drive up against my car
But even if you can’t cut me off doesn’t mean we’re through
I wanna unleash my bad habits on you
I wanna really unleash my bad habits on you

Wings over Water

From my prose poetry collection, Tears of Sand (Amazon):

Wings Over Water
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

And the boat is going under
that dark current,
and you know once you are under,
you'll never come back.
In the dark,
you will stay,
and nobody will care
about saving you.
You'll be alone
with only yourself to blame
for winding up
at the end of the world.
But that's why we need heroes.
We need those
that are willing to risk
their lives
to change the world,
to save us.
This world is going down
back into a dark age
where no one will care
and only the strong survive.
We don't need an army.
We don't need a revolution.
We just need those
who are willing to stand up
and force the world
to look back
on itself
and just stop.
We need the world to turn around
and realize how cold most are.
We are humane,
and this is our world going under.
So for each hero
that puts their lives on the line
to change the world,
to save us,
we must follow in their steps
and continue to stand,
to fight in our own way
to lift the world up
and keep us strong.
If heroes could fly,
they would be angels with wings,
and if we could see
how far they can go,
we could
see beyond
the edge of the world.

Silent Blue

From my prose poetry collection, Silent Dreams (Amazon):

In the river that carries my dreams
from the ocean of my heart
to the waterfall in my mind,
I float next to creativity.
Swimming against silent rage
for my talent is withering,
I struggle to not drown within it.
Eyes within the waves look outside me
to those iron walls
that I must penetrate to be known.
If I could pour through those walls,
I would become who I am inside.

Silent Blue
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

What Do I Call You Now?

What Do I Call You Now?
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

I never wanted to call you,
but you are.
I bitched and moaned of
being here,
but here I am.
I keep coming back,
and now I enjoy
your beauty.
But your heart is cold,
and it breaks mine.
I want to call you,
but you do
as you want
to do.
Don't you care
about those
that hold you dear
inside their hearts
and cherish the memories
that they have built here?
They call you, home.
I want to call you, home,
but you're not listening,
refusing us to speak on
what we hold dear.
But you just don't care,
so I feel
I should leave.
Your beauty is long gone,
and so is your heart.
But I'm still

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The BlackOut Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

The last sounds heard were gasps of breath.  Dirt poured from above, a god-awful sound.  Darkness settled in for the long, long night, and silence would be her only friend.  And the nightmares refused to fade.  Sweat and tears remained as blinding light struggled to fill the void left behind.

“Bad dreams?”  Kennex sat on the metallic table before her.  “Want to talk about them?”

“You don’t care, so don’t ask.”  Fear shuddered through Hera.  “Why can’t I move?”

“We hooked you up to a neuro blocker.  The IV…”  He pointed at the slender pole beside her.  “Is attached to the base of your neck, so don’t bother waving your fingers around unless you feel like doing a cheer.”

“What do I look like?  Sylar?”  Kennex held her gaze.  “Fine.  I’m Hera.”

“Hera?  Is your father, Zeus?”

“Actually, Hera’s husband is Zeus.”  Dorian stepped into view.  “Hera’s father was…”

“I really don’t care, so Hera, how about you tell us about who and what you are.”

“Read the history books.”


“Don’t you know who my father is?  Don’t you remember the war?”

“The war was forty years ago.  The world is a different place, Hera.”

“That man has no reference of ever having a family,” Dorian stated.  “How is he your father, and if so, how have you not aged in forty years?”

“You two want answers, so do I.  What did you do to me?”  She now looked at Dorian.  “What are you?”

“What are you,” he replied.

“I asked first.”

“Hey.”  Kennex snapped his fingers in front of her face.  “We’re asking the questions, and I want to know one thing.  Are you human?”

“You want answers, detective?  Ask the damn government.  I’m done talking.”

“You’re done talking when I say you’re done talking.”  He held her gaze.  “I know you’re hurting.  I know the nightmares that you are probably having.  You can’t keep that all inside.”

“And who am I supposed to trust?  You?  Him?”  She glared at Dorian.  “I don’t trust anyone.  Not ever again.”

“Who hurt you?”  Kennex watched her flinch.  “Someone did.”

“John?  A word?”  Captain Maldonado entered the room, gesturing for Kennex and Dorian to follow her outside.  “So…”  She waited until the interrogation door closed behind them.  “What are we dealing with?”

  “I don’t know,” Kennex replied.

“She is human,” Dorian replied.  “She is also something else.”

“That helps,” Kennex snapped at him.

“How about a bio scan?  We take a closer look at her.”

“Captain, pardon me, but are you kidding me?  You saw what she did to the Wall, and now you want to light her up like a Christmas tree?”

“I’m serious, John.  We need to know what we are dealing with.”

“She’s a Chrome.”  Detective Stahl approached them.  “The preliminary blood test results are in.”  She passed a thin, computerized pad over to the captain.  “She is a Chrome, but she’s nothing like me.  I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“So, she was manufactured?”

“I don’t know, captain.”  Detective Stahl crossed her arms over her chest.  “I would say that the military had a hand in this.”

“That’s funny.”

“Why’s that funny, John?”

“Because.”  He turned toward Detective Stahl.  “She mentioned the government.”

“Which indicates that Detective Stahl is correct,” Dorian said.

“So, what are we dealing with,” the captain said with a sigh.  “I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I,” Kennex replied.

“I told you.”  He looked at Detective Stahl.  “I had a bad feeling about this.”

“Well, at least, she’s contained,” Dorian said.  “We should have nothing to worry about, right?”

“Captain!”  Detective Paul hurried over to them.  “We have a problem.”

“You were saying?”  Kennex glared at Dorian.  “You jinxed it.”

“Jinxed it,” Dorian inquired.

Six men stormed toward them.  They all wore black and silver military uniforms.  A man with gray hair and a trimmed beard led the group.  They stopped only inches away from the officers and Dorian.

“Captain Maldonado,” the man with gray hair and trimmed beard asked, but he looked right at her.


“You are no longer in control of this precinct.”

“Excuse me?”  She stepped toward him.  “This is my precinct.  You can’t come in here and take control.”

“We just did, and this comes from the top.”  He shoved a computerized pad into her hands.  “Stand down, and have your officers do the same.”

“And you are,” Kennex asked.

“Colonel Gyles Rain.  As of this moment, we are in control, and she is our prisoner.  We will be moving Hera to a more secure location.”

“You know her name?”  The colonel now looked at Dorian.  “You know about her.”

“Stand down, DRN.”

“His name is Dorian.”  The colonel turned toward Kennex.  “And this is bullshit.  What aren’t you telling us?”

“John.”  He looked at the captain, who shook her head.  “You want control, colonel?  Fine, but my officers and I are not going anywhere.”

“That’s fine, captain.  We need bodies on the street and at the Wall, so let’s get moving here, people.  Stand guard,” the colonel snapped at two officers, who instantly took positions by the interrogation door.  “After you,” and he gestured for the officers and Dorian to move away from the interrogation room.

“This is not good,” Dorian whispered to Kennex, but then he froze a moment later.

“Dorian?  Dorian?”  His partner finally blinked.  “Maybe, Rudy should take a look at you.”

“I’m fine.”  Dorian stormed away from them.

“What’s eating him,” Detective Paul asked.

“You,” and Kennex moved away from him.

As they moved out of sight, one guard looked at the other.  “I’m going to secure the prisoner.”

“Go right ahead,” the other replied.

The younger of the two men entered the interrogation room.  Hera was still trapped in her chair.  She glared at the man, recognizing the military uniform.  They held each other’s gaze as he walked behind her.  If he was going to kill her, now would be the time to do so.

“You were told,” he whispered into her ear.  “That we woke you for a mission, and if you didn’t kill our man, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”  He pulled the IV out of her neck.

“Who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter, Hera.  There’s a van waiting out front.  A white and yellow van.  Get inside, and don’t ask questions.”

“I don’t get it.”  She started getting sensation back in her body.  “You’re not government.”

“No, I’m not.  I’m a plant, so are you done?”


“Throwing a tantrum.”

“If that’s what you call it?  Oh, yeah.  I’m done.”

“Remember the van outside.”

“What are you going to do?”  She stood up from the chair, stretching her fingers.

“I’m going to be unconscious.”  He grabbed hold of her hand and placed it on his chest.  “Unconscious.”

“Fine.”  She zapped him, and he dropped to the floor.  “You got me curious,” and the lights went out.

“Hera,” Kennex said as they stood now in the captain’s office.  “Those idiots.”  He turned to see the soldiers hurrying past them.  “She’s free.  Dorian.  Dorian?”  His partner stared off into space.  “Dorian?”  He now looked at Kennex.  “What’s with you?”

“Nothing,” he replied.

“John, this isn’t good,” the captain said as men’s screams filled the air.

“Captain, stay here.  Come on.”  He nearly pulled Dorian out of the office.  “Are you malfunctioning?”

“No.  Are you?”

“John, she’s out,” Detective Stahl said with fear in her voice.  “She’s destroying everything.”

“Val,” but she hurried away.  “Damn it.”  He ran after her, sensing that Dorian slowly followed him, but he would deal with that later.

Hera came into view.  She zapped those nearby, and they dropped to the floor.  But to Kennex’s relief, she wasn’t killing them.  She was just trying to escape.

“Hera!”  He aimed his gun at her.  “Stop!”  A moment later, he was done on the ground, fading fast, and Dorian just stood over him.  “Dorian…”  His partner moved to help him as Hera walked by.  “Stop her.”  Dorian didn’t respond.  “Stop her!”  He hurried after her, moving fast now outside, and then he saw the van.

Hera turned toward him.  She looked sad for a moment, but then she moved toward the van.  Kennex was too weak to fire his gun, and then the van door opened.  Hera got inside, and the door slammed shut.  But not before Kennex saw the person waiting for her.  It was Anna.

“I’m sorry, John.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I really am,” and Dorian moved fast, putting him in a sleeper hold.  “Don’t struggle, John.  It’s okay.  It’s okay.”  Dorian gently laid his partner on the ground.  “I am sorry,” and he walked away.

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The BlackOut Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

Darkness.  Hope was the dwindling fire in a tin barrel.  Hands reached out, and life flickered but only for a moment.  The smoke was the laughter left, and the lost souls drew closer, trying to hold to that fire.  But the darkness won.

Her finger was pricked.  Her pills were released.  She would not go hungry tonight, but no sleep would find her here.  She would just gather around the fire like the others outside and wait for sunrise.  Tomorrow was another day, maybe a different day, and that gave her hope.  She pushed through the crowd, trying not to disappear, but who would miss her?  Maybe, it would be better, if she was swallowed away, but then the lights flickered.
Hera watched the throng of people move before her.  They reminded her of rats struggling and fighting for their cheese.  It was disgusting.  How could they depend on this technology to suffice their needs?  They were slaves to it, broken and bent.  Didn’t they see it in the eyes of those so lost outside?  She should just put them all out of their misery, and she stretched her fingers out, ready to steal their light, their hope away.

“Aren’t you cold?”

Hera looked down at her feet.  The child was barely ten and wearing a coat that was too big for her.  Her eyes were innocent enough, but give it time, and they too would grow bitter.  “No.  I’m not.”

“You’re not wearing any socks or shoes.  Did you go sleepwalking?”  Hera looked down at herself for the first time.  She was just wearing a short, torn dress, the last dress that she wore before being buried alive.  “Here.”  The child took off her coat and handed it to her.  “Take it.”

“No.”  Hera forced herself to call the energy down toward her, and the lights went out.

“Did you do that?”  Hera now looked at the machines, hungry herself, but hungry for its energy.  “I’m starving.”  She froze.  “Please.  Please, don’t take my food away,” the child begged.  “I’m hungry.”

“It’s not food.”

“But I need it, or I’ll die.”  Hera now looked at her, lowering her hands.  “Please.”  She still held the coat out to her.  “Please,” she whispered.

“Fine,” and Hera grabbed the coat from her.  “Only because you asked me to,” and she turned to leave.

“Wait.”  She glanced back at the child.  “What’s your name?”


“Mine’s Helen.  Nice to meet…”  Hera put on the coat and then stormed away.  “You.”

It was cold outside.  Hera pulled the coat tighter around her.  She never really put much thought on how she looked or how she felt.  She couldn’t.  She still remembered screaming into the darkness before it swallowed her whole.  Then, nothing, and the nothing was bliss.  Then, someone woke her up, and now she had those damn memories left.  And she wanted to destroy.  She needed to destroy, and in response, she saw the flashing lights.

“Freeze!  Put your hands up!”  An officer emerged from his car, followed by a strange man, a man that she realized was nothing but machine, and she smiled.  “Do not move!”  She waited until he touched her, and then she spun around, placing her hand on his chest and taking that luscious energy away.  Sadly, he did not scream.  He just whispered, “Stop.”

The machine cop attacked her, but that was its last mistake.  It fell down like a crumpled doll by her feet, and her eyes mirrored the fires nearby.  Something whizzed by her head, and it took her a moment to realize that it was a bullet.  And another one was coming her way.

“Really?”  She turned toward the four officers now descending toward her.  “Is that the best you got?”  A force field formed around her, stopping the bullet.  “Come on then, boys.  Come and get me!”

The two humans stayed back, firing their useless guns.  Their machine cops tried their best and failed.  They fell lifeless to the ground, and Hera clapped her hands together, sending a sonic boom toward the two men left standing.  They flew backward, and one fell straight into a black, unmarked car.  But she didn’t care, descending upon the other man and placing her hand on his chest.

“John.  Don’t let her touch you,” Dorian said as they approached her, watching in horror as she drained the officer of his life.  “Stay behind me.”  Dorian moved ahead of him.

“Dorian, don’t!”  Kennex looked at the dead androids by his feet.  “Don’t let her touch…”  He was sent flying back by another sonic boom.  “You,” he muttered, fighting to stay conscious.  “Damn it.”  He struggled to his feet just in time to see Dorian move toward Hera.  “Dorian!”

Dorian breached her force field.  He grabbed hold of her.  In return, she grabbed hold of him and tried to absorb his energy.  The air crackled around them, and then a thunder boomed.  Dorian flew back toward Keenex, and Hera laid on the ground, motionless.

“Dorian?”  Kennex helped him to his feet.  “What did you do?”

“I neutralized her.”

“How the hell did you do that?”

“I don’t know, John.  I just did.”  He slowly approached Hera, followed by Kennex.  “I don’t think she’s dead.”

“No.”  Kennex gingerly took her pulse and then lifted her up into his arms.  “She’s not.”  He stared at Dorian for a long moment.  “You okay?”

“Yeah.  You?”

“Yeah.  Let’s get sleeping beauty here to the precinct before she wakes up.”

“Good idea.  Backup is on its way.”

“Good.”  Kennex carried Hera over to his car.  “We’re going to need it.”

Monday, May 26, 2014

The BlackOut Chapter Two

Chapter Two:

Detective John Kennex leaned back in his seat.  He slowly glanced over at Detective Valerie Stahl, who was busy on the phone.  He turned back around and poked at the stacks of files before him.  Then, he waited a moment to look back at her.  Just as he did, another stack of files dropped in front of him.

“Jesus.  You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.  Did I disturb you?”  Dorian smiled at him.  “I thought you were doing paperwork and not staring at Detective Stahl.”

“I am doing paperwork.”  Kennex pushed the new stack of files next to the other ones.  “I was just taking a break.”

“Sure, you were.  Why don’t you tell her how you feel?”

“Because Dorian, she has a boyfriend.”  Kennex leaned back in his seat.  “She’s happy.”

“Are you sure?”  Dorian looked from him to her.  “What makes you think that she is happy?”

“Because she looks it when he’s around.”  He now leaned toward Dorian.  “Why do you ask?  Do you know something that I don’t?”

“It’s just…”  Dorian now leaned toward him.  “She is staring at you too.”

“She is?”  Kennex spun around, but Detective Stahl was now gone.  “Very funny.”

“Got your attention, though.”

“Yeah, but…”

An alarm rang through the precinct.  Red lights flashed on.  A computer’s voice echoed, “The Wall.  The Wall.”  All the police officers were now on their feet, staring at each other with their mouths hanging wide open.  Fear shined in their eyes, but they refused to speak it.  But they all knew.  The Wall was down.

“That’s not possible,” Dorian said.

“I know.  Where’s the captain?”  Kennex watched Detective Richard Paul hurry past him.  “Where’s the captain?”

“Do I look like I know,” he snapped back.

“John.”  Detective Stahl was now standing only a few inches away from him.  “The Wall can’t be down, can it?  How is that possible?”

“I don’t know,” he replied.

“Everyone, up front now,” commanded Captain Sandra Maldonado.  “Now!”  She waited until they gathered around her.  “Yes.  The Wall is down,” and a hush of whispers and fear flew around her.  “We can’t panic.  Not now.”

“Are you kidding me?  The Wall is down,” Detective Paul said.  “This is the perfect time to panic.”

“We can’t panic,” the captain repeated.

“Yes, we can,” an officer said.

“We’re dead,” another one said.  “We are so dead.”

“Enough,” Kennex roared as he glared at Detective Paul.  “Our captain has told us not to panic, so man up and shut up.”  Everyone fell silent around him.  “Captain?”

“Thank you, John.  We have some brief footage before the Wall disrupted.”

“Disrupted?”  Detective Stahl looked at Kennex and then Dorian.  “What do you mean by that?”

“Watch,” and the captain turned toward the screen.  “Play it,” she said to another officer.

A moment later, Hera appeared on the screen.  She was a young woman barely dressed.  She was maybe twenty-four to twenty-five years of age.  She approached the Wall, and it zapped her back.  She fell backward, but a moment later, she was back on her feet, approaching it.  And the Wall erupted into sparks.

“Play that back.”  Dorian stepped forward.  The footage was rewound to where Hera re-approached the Wall.  “Look at that.  The energy transferred from the Wall into her.”

“What the hell is she,” Kennex asked, but nobody responded.  “She can’t be human.  No human would be able to sustain that kind of energy.  Is she like you?”  He turned toward Dorian, who seemed as lost as him.

“I don’t know.  I don‘t think so.”

“We’re running a facial scan on her now, but whatever she is, she’s dangerous,” the captain said.  “Treat with extreme caution.”

“Shoot first, ask questions later,” asked Detective Paul.

“If you need to, but I would like some answers.  And we will need patrols along the Wall until we get it back up and running.  Let’s go, people.  Now!”

“John.”  Detective Stahl drew closer to him.  “I have a terrible feeling.”

“It’s okay.”  He took her by the hand.  “It’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t think so.”

“John.  We need to go.  She’s in the city now, and she’s dangerous.”

“I heard the captain, Dorian.”  He turned back toward Detective Stahl.  “Be careful.”

“You too.”  She watched him and Dorian walk away.  “I have such a bad feeling about this, but I hope that I’m wrong.”

“Me too.”  The captain now stood behind her.  “Go, but be careful.”  She nodded at the captain, who nodded back.  “What are we dealing with,” she said to herself as she turned toward the screen that continued to play the footage of Hera.  “Who the hell are you?”

The BlackOut Chapter One

Chapter One:

The last sounds heard were gasps of breath.  Dirt poured from above, a god-awful sound.  Darkness settled in for the long, long night, years to come, and sleep was just cruel.  Jagged breaths followed.  A sob, a scream, and then nothing but silence.  Silence would be my only friend.

It was dark still.  My original prison was ripped away and replaced with this one.  Metal, decayed walls.  Rotted, metal floors.  Fluorescent lights gone dark.  Still, I was free to move, clawing at the only door.  But I’ve waited this long.  I could wait longer, and finally, my captor returned.

“Why is it dark in here?”  He reached for the switch on the wall and flicked it up and down again and again.  “The lights were working yesterday.”

“I wasn’t awake yesterday.”  He froze, nearly dropping a tray of food that I guess was meant for me.  “Did you know that the human body generates an electric current?”  He shook as I edged closer.  “I can feel it pulsing and pulsing.  It’s a beautiful sensation.”  Now, he dropped the tray.

“Hera.”  I froze.  How did he know who I was?  “You don’t understand.  You have to hear me out.”  He nearly screamed when I pressed my hand against his chest.  “Please, don’t do this.  We have to tell you about the mission.  It’s why we found you.  It’s important.”  I now pressed a finger against his lips, hushing him still.  “You need to know before you go out there.”

“How long was I buried alive out there for?  How long?”

“Thirty years.”

“Thirty years?”  Now, I wanted to scream.  “My father?”

“Dead.  We thought we lost you too.  It took a long time to find you, but we did.”  Now, he relaxed.  “We need you.  We need you to finish your father’s work.”

“You made a grave mistake, my friend.”  I held his gaze for a moment.  “There is no we,” and I pressed my hand against his chest, absorbing his energy.  And he screamed.  “Oh, how I have missed that sound,” and I smiled as he dropped to the floor.  “I should have asked if there were more of him outside.”  I kicked the tray aside not wanting food, but I craved something else, something that I always needed, energy.

The door was open.  I stepped outside, and as I did, the lights flickered.  I stretched my hands outward, and the lights responded.  Energy zapped through me, filling me to my core, and the lights went out.  Darkness.  That would be my gift to this world, but nobody stepped into my path.  He was my only captor, which disappointed me slightly, but it didn’t matter.  I was free.

Outside, I found nothing but wasteland.  The war had happened just like my father said it would, but he too was a causality of it.  My heart flickered, but just for a moment.  He said that all would not be lost, if I survived.  They should have killed me when they had the chance.  Instead, they buried me alive in that coffin-like capsule, praying that nobody came looking, but someone, they did.  And look at this, a wall.  Did they really think that this wall would keep someone like me out?

“No,” I said with a smile.  “It won’t,” and the wall shook under my hands, energy that nearly sent me falling back.  “Wow.  You pack a punch, but I needed that.”  And the wall shuddered one last time.  “Thirty years.  This energy almost made up for that,” and I entered the city.  “Now, to begin where the war had ended.  Who is going to stop me?”

Night was falling fast.  Lights lit up the city.  It was pretty to look at, but darkness was descending fast.  As she edged closer to civilization, the darkness followed.  It would be her gift to them for without technology, what would we become?  Monsters, but that was not her mission.  Her mission had just begun.

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

2007 - Present


Semi-Finalist and Finalist, Gotham Screen's Screenplay Competition

Second Prize Winner, WRHammons Fiction Contest

Publication in Names in a Jar: A Collection of Poetry by 100 Contemporary American Poets

Appearance on Homework, an ABC News Program:


Appearance on Cinematherapy

Quarter-Finalist, 15th Annual Writer’s Network Screenplay and Fiction Competition

Doll House (Short Story), Bartleby Snopes Literary Magazine


Appearance on The Writing Show

Session I and II (Short Stories), Glass Cases

Trials of Youth (Short Story), Memoirs of Meanness


Essence (Short Story), Bartleby Snopes Literary Magazine

Second Chance (Short Story), Glass Cases

Lizardian, Top 5 Screenplays/NYC Midnight

Time's Karma (Short Story), Hampton Literary Journal

Summer Over The Death of My Youth (Short Story), Glass Cases

Dark Blue Heroes of Honor (Poem), Poets for Living Waters

Finalist of NewsPortalSite’s Writing Contest, Haunted By Regret (Short Story)


Discussion (Short Story), Fiction 365

Waiting (Short Story), Mouse Tales Press

Winter Green (Poem), By The Millpond Newsletter

When The Dust Settles (Short Story), Bartleby Snopes Literary Magazine

Gadfly Online: Passenger and No Leaders Among Men

Quarter-Finalist, Waken Dream, NEXTV's Writing Pitch Competition

Our Lives, Our City, Our Dreams (Article) Yahoo! News

Storm Coming (Short Story), Glass Cases


Clay Pigeon (Short Story), Mouse Tales Press

Whispers in the Night (Flash Fiction), Espresso Fiction: A Collection of Flash Fiction for the Average Joe

One Mile Left to Go (Short Story), Jolt Literary Journal

Gadfly OnlineWe Are The Villains Of This Story; Letters Cast Away; Leaving Nowhere Behind; After Dark: My Favorite TV Shows; My First Taste of Road Rage; Bleeding Through Reality (Let The Fiction In); Rampage; Going Haywire

Deep Dreams of the Beating Heart (Poem), India's The Eternity Magazine


Poem: Dreams Under Silver (Saving the Monroe Movie Theatre), The Photo News

Bittersweet Farewells (Short Story), Mouse Tales Press

Appearance on Haywire Series, Episode 17 and Episode 18

Gadfly Online: Living According to Tolstoy, Welcome Back to Tango of the Road Rage Drivers, When I Tried To Become A 9-1-1 Operator, Alarm Set, King of the Lonely Hill, Never in Stone, Saving Gifted Men and a Touch of Paranormal, (Alien) Baby Got Back, Glass Eyes, One Way Ticket, Friendship Rises Over The Dead Zone, Hail to the Three Kings, Baby, The Death of the State Employee, Heroes in Dark, Beyond The Spielberg Dream (My Love of Science-Fiction), A Brief Glimpse Over The Edge, Ghost in the Sands of White (For Walter White), Bye, Bye Mr. Burn Notice Spy, Simple Thoughts, Feeling Yourself Explode (My Take on Being Mad as Hell), Never Meant to Love

Waiting For The Fall (Short Story), Fiction 365


Gadfly Online: Burning Down The Doll House, Over The Porch, Concrete Dreams, Front Page, Cruising Along Fate's Darkness, Where I Hit Record, The Trouble with Past Lives, NeedlePoint, Rhythm of Life, Checkmate, The NY State of Mind Does Not Brake For Enlightenment, You Killed Me Before, Guns Talk (A Parody of 'Little Talks' by Of Monsters and Men, Bleu Room with a Red Vase: Catching A Star At Jones Beach, Dialing The 4400 (A Parody of Adele's song, Set Fire To The Rain), 'Slip and Fall': A Review of Nick Santora's 2007 Thriller, Movies That Speak Volumes, Faded Shades of Rainbow, Remembering The Final Cut: Dedicated to Robin Williams, Don't Forget To Tip Your Cows, Lies (Parody of Sia's song, Chandelier)

Poem: Behind The Door, Soul Fountain Vol. #47 Spring 2014