A Day Of...

Conehead The Barbarian

Little Miss Goodnight

Lost and Found

The Playground

A Fall's Day Memory


Don't Wander Too Far


Mr. Smith's Heroism


I remember I first started writing stories when I was in the fifth grade. Most of them had the same ending: the protagonist would wake up and realize it was all a dream. I don't know why I liked that deus ex machina so much, but it took me a while before I started to see it for the cliche it was. I guess there are times in all of our lives when we wish that we could wake up from reality, that the nasty, depressing stuff we have to endure is all part of a nightmare. Some of these stories delve into that nasty, depressing stuff, and nobody wakes up at the end to discover it was all a dream. But there is hope, I think, in between the words and the thoughts that make up these stories, and as I write more of these, that hope will become more apparent.

I also have a bunch of stories going on in the Buffy, The Vampire Slayer section, if you want to check those out. They are the most recent works of fiction I have written to date. Thanks for visiting!

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Revised on July 6th, 1999, Copyright (c) Rob Clark, 1999.