Category Archives: Scrapped Stories

There once was a young cop who was in charge of a small area of the city. Just a beat cop walking around, his presence was supposed to stop petty theft and other petty crimes. He drank on the job. … Continue reading →

Met Vanessa at the bar after Patty’s funeral, "Why didn’t you ever settle down? Why did you spend so much time and energy on Patty? I mean she never even remembered your birthday. You kept trying to call her on … Continue reading →

I saw Patty in a long flowing dark blue dress that showed off her cleavage. The dress showed off her figure and she walked with poise and confidence, she seemed to levitate off the ground as she walked. She even … Continue reading →

He was an old Chinese man who played the piano whenever he saw one that wasn’t being used. They say that when he played he would call upon his 88 closest friends one for each note. It was like he … Continue reading →

It’ll probably take me five years to really sit down and rewrite Not This Macho and come up with better prose.   Patty is single once again. She was going around the US setting up KTV machines in bars and … Continue reading →

Well, there was a time when I kidnapped little girls for ransom. I had to stop because my cellphone provider kept dropping my calls creating a great deal of problems. See that guy over there? he used to be a … Continue reading →

I want to build a character who lives alone away from the rest of the world. This character has found a way to resurect the dead so the ghosts can keep him company and to keep him from feeling lonely. … Continue reading →

Two cops outside the interogation room looking in.   Cop 1: He didn’t do it did he?   Cop 2: Nope. But if he thinks about it he should know who the killer is.   Cop 1: So they’ll just … Continue reading →

She was incredibly smart. She could have learned to speak many different languages. She could have been an awesome painter. She was both mentally and physically challenged. When she would hear a topic that interested her she would yell incomprehensibly. … Continue reading →