Help Michael Conniff Crowdsource GREAT AMERICAN HERO Short Story
Okay, so I admit it. No way I'm supposed to have so much fun when so many people in the crowd help me to take my stories to a better place. No one was more [...]
Okay, so I admit it. No way I'm supposed to have so much fun when so many people in the crowd help me to take my stories to a better place. No one was more [...]
I don’t know what took me so long to get wise to crowdsourcing my stories. Maybe it was my old-school notion that writing a story actually required an individual person to do the work. (How [...]
WEE By Michael Conniff Copyright © 2021 All Rights Reserved “Stop!” she said. She had never said that word to Scotty since they met at her brother’s wedding. He had been marvelous, miraculously clever on [...]
By Michael Conniff I don’t know what took me so long to get wise to crowdsourcing my stories. Maybe it was my old-school notion that writing a story actually required an individual person to do [...]
Copyright © 2021 All Rights Reserved From the beginning playing football at Kent Abbey was supposed to be a higher calling for someone with my O’Kell pedigree. My odious half-brother Tom lettered three times [...]
ATOMIC TOM By Michael Conniff Copyright © 2019 All Rights Reserved A Short Story from the novel BOOK OF O’KELLS: NATURE OF THE BEAST The world knows Atomic Tom O’Kell was a hellish [...]
Hello, it’s me, your friendly neighborhood writer, and I have a problem with a short story I just wrote. I don’t know what’s missing and I need your help to figure it out. The story [...]
Copyright © 2021 All Rights Reserved From the beginning I was supposed to play football at Kent Abbey. Nobody in my family ever said anything about it—not even my odious half-brother Tom. He lettered three [...]
HAPPY ENDINGS A Short Story By Michael Conniff She kissed him on the mouth so hard it hurt. She had never kissed him that way before: her mouth had never been a weapon that [...]
WAR BETWEEN THE STATES By Michael Conniff Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved All that Clay and me had asked for was justice for all, but there was no justice in the suburbs, not [...]