Our Modern Hope

Our Modern Hope by Phillip McCollum Embarrassingly, it didn’t take much for Mitchell Lacombe to overcome his inclination to vertigo two years ago and sign up for the Spaceketeers. His mother nagged him to put away the video games, get off the couch, and do something worth a damn. The world needed somebody to step up, she had said, so …

Captain Coffee

Captain Coffee by Phillip McCollum Captain Coffee preferred a French roast. Lighter brews would seem more the Captain’s speed, but they lacked the complex, chocolatey undertones that made life worth living. Undertones that gave him purpose. The light-reflecting puddles of oil floating on the coffee’s surface represented islands of refuge from the surrounding darkness. Islands the Captain felt an obligation …

A Letter to the Gubamint

A Letter to the Gubamint by Phillip McCollum Darryl was already agitated when Karrie insisted on digging into him some more. “You think they care? You’re wastin’ your time!” Over the years, Darryl had figured out that holding his tongue and letting his wife air out her feelings was the quickest way to resolution, but by God, she never made …

Lights Out: An MC Ruff and DJ Tumble Adventure – Part 3

Lights Out: An MC Ruff and DJ Tumble Adventure – Part 3 by Phillip McCollum   [If you’re just jumping into the story, start from the beginning!] — If you’d like to finish reading this story, along with many others, I’d be ecstatic if you’d consider purchasing one of my books.

Aye

The metal folding chair was doing a number on Sharon’s back. Along with a handful of arm-crossed citizens, she sat before the town council and watched them stuff their faces with slices of cherry pie that the Mayor’s wife had brought in. Sharon’s stomach churned. She was too nervous to partake.

it's possible…

I present to you a recent conversation I had the other night with my wife: — “Is that blood?” “No. I don’t think so. I don’t feel any pain.” I rubbed my thumb against the stain on my forearm and looked down at my shirt. Another small brown stain presented itself. “I think it’s chocolate,” I replied. “What? Did you …

physically fit to be tied…

I promised myself I’d finish my workout. I really hate it when I let myself down. Here I am, halfway through and ready to puke. Give up? Yeah! Wait. No! I can do this. Don’t be a wimp. But I am a wimp! Well, then in that case. And somehow I find myself transported from the gym to my living …