Category Archives: My Writing

Keene didn’t have a problem with math, but math class at eight in the morning was a bit of a different story. D-145 was in a wing off of the main hall past the cafeteria, so it was a bit … Continue reading →

When the first day of school rolled by at the end of August, Keene had already moved into the Adventure Club cabin. Sometimes there were bugs and the widows weren’t finished, but it was cooler and quieter his old room. … Continue reading →

Keene worked harder than he ever had in his life the last days of summer. Wattle and daub was far messier than he has anticipated. They had to shovel a pit about ten by ten yards which was mostly clay … Continue reading →

After he showered, Keene got dressed for the day. Adventure club was supposed to meet that day for finishing touches on the chimney and roof. The times they met were often decided by text over the phone, which Keene didn’t … Continue reading →

[Warning: This today’s post has some gore and body horror.] Keene couldn’t go back to sleep when his mom left the house. Just because I lived with a psychic… those words repeated in his head like a broken record until … Continue reading →

It was storming that night, but slams on the front door woke Keene in the middle of it. He gasped and kicked his foot against the wall, which stung. Fran rolled around above him, groaning. The slams repeated, and he … Continue reading →

“You sure you want to do this, Keene?” said Jack. The rat held his paw to his head, looking up at the spruce tree and whistled. “That’s a mighty big tree. Almost as tall as me.” Keen felt the handle … Continue reading →

“What a comprehensive collection.” He had a strong, smoky voice that instilled in Keene a sense of calm, and he moved with purpose. There was a rarity of polish in this fox that let Keene know somehow or another he … Continue reading →