Where it all started

I had always dreamed of being a writer, a lack of self-confidence and other things always held me back. Several years ago I was working as a Security Guard and a Bus Terminal in St. Petersburg Florida and just for laughs I started to post my observations and commentary on what I was seeing and hearing. I would post to Facebook with my iPhone. My post built up a following and I soon bought a notebook and started taking notes. My plan was to write a fictionalized story around the absurdities I witnessed every day.  I might still write a story about the Terminal someday, but for now I will write about other things.

Sometime later, I finally got the nerve to participate in the Terrible Minds flash fiction challenges, the stories I wrote are posted on this blog. They are pretty awful but, I had to start somewhere. I learn something new every time I write I just keep plugging away at it.



The first Draft Part 2

   Almost five thousand words written and I’m finally getting to the story I wanted to tell in the first place.  I will keep writing but, I will probably trash the first five thousand words, most of them anyway; and build up the remainder. I just enjoy the process of writing. The whole process of writing fascinates me. The Character and scene building and all the other elements that go into a story. I enjoy all of it, except dialogue, I hate writing dialogue. Perhaps hate is too strong of a word. I just don’t have confidence in my dialogue writing.

The first draft

There is a quote attributed to Ernest Hemingway that “All first drafts are shit.” I have to repeat this quote repeatedly every time I write anything. I am at almost five thousand words and I have to fight the urge to delete the whole thing. It is well and truly awful. I do much better with short stories; but, I want to write a novel. The funny thing is that I am finally getting to the story that I want to write. I guess I can finish the draft and delete half of it and see how that works out. I just want to be published before I die. I don’t care if I never earn a dime from my writing. I just want too do quality work. I’m fifty- eight years old and I want to leave something readable behind before I go.

The Novice

I have been an avid reader my whole life and secretly I always have had the dream to write stories. As is typical for me, I started out trying to write a novel, with predictable results. I then switched to short stories. I subscribed to The Terrible Minds Blog and I wrote and posted several stories to the Flash Fiction challenges. Posting these stories and the encouragement of my Instructors has gone a long way in building my confidence. My main problem is discipline, just getting in the chair and writing is hard. I can’t understand why, to write and be published is all I dream about. I just keep plugging away though. to stubborn to quit.


The Writing Course

My Wife signed me up for an online writing course, which I completed with some really good grades. I still have issues with grammar and punctuation but I’m learning. My Instructors all believe that I have talent for writing. I received very high grades for most of my stories.

I am currently working on my Memoirs. People I talk to are fascinated by my story about being Homeless and meeting my wife on Facebook. My goal is to improve my writing skills and get published. I also plan to rewrite the stories I submitted in class and submit for publication.  Pretty awesome for a man that was homeless and in Shelters a little over a year ago.

Felix’s Wild Ride












Felix’s wild ride

















Felix tries to ignore the doorbell and his wife’s screaming as he hurriedly gets Dinner prepared. “Felix”, his wife screams from the couch, “ I’m so hungry, where is my Dinner?” Will you answer the fucking door, before I get up and beat your ass, Please!” Felix chokes down the laugh, at over five hundred pounds, and climbing , his lovely Wife can’t do anything on her own. Felix quickly loads a plate and carries it to her waiting Maw, then he runs to answer the door.

The Doorbell rings incessantly, interrupted by a fist beating on the door, “ I’m coming, I’m coming,” Felix screams as he struggles with the deadbolt and chains, He throws the door open and stares, stunned by the erection that suddenly appears. “ Hello Felix.” She purrs seductively. Standing in the doorway is a six foot tall redhead with an hour glass figure. She is wearing a black Spandex jumpsuit that is so tight that it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. She is Beautiful, so beautiful that Felix’s mind just stops, and Hormones take over. “ How can I help you?” he Stammers, and how do you know my name?” “ I know a lot about you Felix, I’m hear to help you, I want to take you away, fulfill your wildest fantasies and make you very happy; but first, you have to pay the price.” Felix starts to sweat as the Woman slowly unzips the jumpsuit exposing her ample cleavage. Somehow a large revolver appears in her other hand.










“What price? And what are you doing with that gun?” Felix stutters nervously. The Woman licks her lips slowly and whispers, “ You know you want to do it Felix, you hate her, don’t you? Felix vigorously shakes his head in denial. “ I Love my Wife, I could never hurt her.” Before Felix can say anything else, his Wife Screams, “ Felix, goddamnit, I’m hungry, you better get this plate and bring me another plateful of that crap you served me, don’t make me get up and beat your Ass, you Pussy.” Felix cringes as the Redhead laughs, “a Marriage made in Heaven; look Felix, I am offering you freedom and pleasures that you secretly have fantasized about your whole Life’ but, you have to take the first step. Just hold the gun tightly in both hands and walk up to that screaming fat Bitch and put two or three rounds in her Face, I promise that you won’t regret it.” The redhead hands the gun to Felix and scolds, “come on Felix, grow a pair, be a man for once in your life.” Felix grabs the gun in both hands and stands there, “ I can’t, I will die in Prison, murder is wrong.” The Redhead shakes her head, “ we have plans for you, you won’t die in Prison, trust me, just kill her and get in the car. The Redhead unzips the Jumpsuit a little more, Felix’s eyes are again drawn to the exposed cleavage, “Felix.” His Wife screams again, “ I will fuck you up if you don’t get that plateful of food I here now, you Lazy piece of Shit.”




“Come on, Felix,” the Redhead whispers. “I will let you do things She never would let you do, I can get as kinky as you want me too be, I will deny you nothing, just kill her and get in the car.” Felix cringes at the sound of something breaking in the Living Room, his Wife is breaking things and screaming in Rage. Larry looks at the Redhead and pictures all the things he can too her, he looks behind her at the Rolls Royce she came in, Chauffer silently waiting by the backdoor, He walks into the living Room to his screaming Wife, hands shaking, he raises the gun and puts two rounds in her face. The House rings with the echo of the gunshots as Felix looks at the gore on the wall with morbid fascination. He drops the gun on the floor, then as if in a trance, he slowly follows the Redhead to the Rolls.












As Felix and the Redhead settle in their seats, the Redhead hands him a glass of champagne and whispers, “ drink this and lean back Baby, she unzips his fly and bends over, a few minutes later, a panting Felix gasps, “ What do you want me too do now?” Silently, the redhead pulls a think leather Book and a large knife, impossibly fast, she grabs Felix’s wrist and slices it open, she thin pulls out a feather pen and sticks the end in the gushing Blood, “Sign the Book, and all your Dreams will come true.” Felix can’t think straight, all he can think about is her hand stroking him. He takes the pen and signs.

She looks at the Signature in satisfaction, the closes the book and takes the pen from Felix, then she tells him to take off his clothes. “in the car? What about the driver?” he asks, before she answers, the Redhead unzips the jumpsuit and peels it off, Felix has never stripped naked so fast in his life, minutes later, nothing else matters to Felix as the pleasure mounts, his eyes close in ecstasy, he opens them and screams as the pleasure turns to pain as the Succubus slowly drains the spirit from his body, when she is sated, she un-straddles the dead man and sighs in contentment as his body turns to dust.

“That was fun, Master, I’m ready for more.” Without turning around, the driver nods and replies. Our next Passenger likes Effeminate men.” With just a thought, the succubus transforms into a lisping, limp wristed Gay Man. Driver and Passenger laugh as the head to their next Victim.

THEY SAT OUTSIDE EATING CAKE BY LAWSON R WALLACE   CHAPTER ONE As the Middle-aged couple sit on the porch enjoying the Beautiful Spring evening, Mildred turns to her Husband of Twenty years and asks, “ Harold Dear, would you like some cake?” Harold forces down the sudden nausea and with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, looks at his Wife and croons, “Why sure Baby, I would Love to have a slice of cake.” “I’ll be right back Honey,” Mildred gets up to head to the Kitchen. While Harold waits for her to come back, he quickly gets his cellphone out of his pants pocket and sends a quick text, when the answer comes back, he starts plotting how he can get away for a few hours, He has a Ruse set up by the time Mildred gets back with the lump of crap she calls cake. Mildred come outside and hands Harold a small plate with a slice of German Chocolate cake and Thank God. a glass of milk to wash it down with. As Mildred sits next to her Husband and eats her slice of cake, She remembers with sadness how much they once loved each other and she wonders what happened, where did it go wrong? She watches closely as her husband drinks his milk, then she decides to just ask, “Harold, What happened to us? We used to Love each other so much, I still love you, Can you ever love me again?” Harold looks his Wife up and down, the Cellulite and blobby fat, the gray hair and wrinkles and false teeth. He inwardly shudders as he answers, “ I will always Love you Baby, what makes you think that I don’t love you? “ Mildred ignores the question. ‘ I Loved you since I first saw you in our Freshman English Class, You are the only Man that I have ever wanted.” Harold looks his Wife in the eyes and swears, “ I Love you with all my Heart Mildred.” They finish their cake in silence then go back into the house to escape the mosquitos. CHAPTER TWO An hour later Harold’s cellphone rings. He listens for several minutes then he curtly replies, “ I will be right there, don’t touch anything.” As he hangs up and heads toward the door, Mildred asks, “What’s up?” “The Computers have all crashed, looks like a virus has gotten into the Network. They need help getting everything Reloaded or else the Day Shift will have no work in the morning. I might not be home until very late.” “Well, I hope you get it fixed faster than you did last week, it would be nice if you are Home before midnight.” Mildred replies resignedly. “I will do my Best Baby,” Harold assures her as he shuts the door behind him. Her Resume looked good, and she looked even better, long blonde hair and blue eyes and breast about to burst from her shirt. Two weeks after Harold hires her, he calls her into his Office. “Cindy, it’s just not working out, You just don’t have the Skills for the Job.” Cindy sticks her chest out a little more and slowly crosses and uncrosses her legs and purrs, “ I will do anything to keep this Job, Mister Jones, anything at all.” She smiles at the chubby balding man behind the desk and watches in amused silence as his brain stops functioning as his thinking is hijacked by another part of his Anatomy. “ Meet me at the Motel around the Corner after work.” He demands, bring Condoms.” “I’ll be there, she coyly answers as she languidly gets out of the chair and slowly heads back to work.   CHAPTER THREE Mildred isn’t stupid. Harold comes home freshly showered with scratch marks on his back and in an unusually good mood. One night, she heads to His Company Office to see for sure what is going on. She isn’t surprised when his car isn’t in the Parking lot, on a hunch she drives to the Motel around the corner and sees her Husband’s car. She parks and waits. She watches as her husband and a blonde Bimbo that looks young enough to be his Daughter, walk out of t

Boys and bones













Boys and Bones



















Chad takes a big hit of the pipe, he inhales and holds his breath, coughs then wheezes, “Hey Warren, lets trade.” Warren nods and takes a swig from the Bottle of Tequila and passes it to Chad as Chad passes the pipe, Warren takes a hit, thinks for a minute then asks, “ Dude, do you ever have really sick fantasies?” Chad looks at his friend warily and wonders. “ what kind of fantasies? If you try anything Perverted with me, I will hurt you.”

Chad shakes his head as he sucks on the pipe. “ not that kind of fantasy, not with you anyway. I’m talking about something really debouched, something that would get us locked up.” Chad laughs at that, “Warren, our Parents are Rich and we are still juveniles, What’s the worst that can happen?” Chad laughs, “ It’s cool isn’t it? Rules just don’t apply to us.” What kind of sick Fantasy do you want to act out anyway?” Chad is at first horrified, but the more he pictures what Warren is describing the more aroused he becomes. The two friends talk until they are sober, then they crash so they can get an early start in the morning.








They scout out Locations and buy supplies and as they are driving to Warren’s Estate where he lives with his Parents, Chad asks, “ What’s the next step? We need to come up with a way to get people there, but not too many People, we have to control the situation.” Warren nods in agreement then replies, “ There’s the Drive-in burger place where the Greasers and Redneck Kids hang out.” Chad nods with enthusiasm and replies. “ Yeah, they will get a rush from drinking some Rich Kid’s booze and Smoking Rich Kid’s dope.” “ Warren laughs and sneers,” yeah, it sucks too be them.” They both laugh and get in their cars and head to the drive-in.

A few hours later Warren and Chad are Hosting a Party in the Woods, Four Teen-aged girls and three Teen-aged boys are dancing drunkenly around a bonfire when Warren quietly sneaks away to set up the digital Camcorder. “Chad will Freak, I don’t care, I want us to be Famous, this will go Viral in no time.”













The Video was taken down within hours after Warren Posted it, only to pop up again, it was up long enough for Arrest Warrants to get filed for the Quadruple Murders of the hapless Teen-agers that went to the Party in the woods. Warren and Chad’s Parents Retained the best criminal Law Firms in town and hired the best Psychiatrists, After a lengthy Trial that divided the Community along Socio-Economic lines, The Two Boys were declared Insane and sent to an Asylum For Juveniles, where they stayed until they were in their mid-twenties.

Their Parent’s quietly sold their Condos and moved away, the clearing in the woods became a Taboo place that was said to be Haunted, no one ever set foot there until Warren and Chad returned.









They were forbidden by the Courts from ever seeing or communicating with each other ever again, The Judges and their Lawyers made sure that they understood, at their Hearings both young Men were Humble and differential to the judge that heard their Appeals and they showed remorse to the victims of the Families. They Followed the Script written by their attorneys flawlessly. They both smiled and hugged their Parents when they were granted probation.

Ten People sat Grimly watching the News Conference on T.V. They didn’t know each other before their Children were murdered, but since the Murders they have become a tight knit group of friends. As the News Conference ends, one of the men whispers, “I’m going to get sick.” His wife of forty years sobs next to him. “It’s so unfair, where is the justice for us? Or our Children?” The ten Parents talk for hours of the Injustice and the arrogance of the Killers of their Children. “This isn’t the end.” The Father of one of the Victims blurts out. “There will be payback.” “But Honey, they aren’t worth you going to Prison over.” “we can’t afford a Rich Lawyer.” “ I can do it, Doctors don’t give me long anyway,” A pale, tired looking man offers, his Wife chokes back a sob and clutches his hand.

The ten of them talk for hours more and agree to what has to be done.









They work as a Team, Warren and Chad are shadowed, followed everywhere they go. It is easy to follow them because of their Entourage, groupies, Wannabe Satanist and just sad, messed up people want to hang with them. Early that Evening, both young Men return to their Homes at the Court Mandated time, The surveillance continues as they slept.

Chad quietly walks down the stairs and enters his Dad’s Office and boots up the computer and emails Warren. “Lets meet at the Cemetery, I have this Fantasy that I want to act out.” A few minutes Later, Chad responds. “I have been fantasizing too. I want to do it again, when we meet, lets form a plan.” They work out how to stay a step ahead of their Probation Officers and Parents and set a time to meet the next night.

The Old Man follows them at a discrete distance at sits in his car and watches in shocked disbelief as the two Killers enter the cemetery where their victims are Buried, carrying shovels. He quietly reaches for the glove box and removes the handgun and checks to see if it is loaded. The Old Man then quietly gets out and heads to his Son’s grave.

He overhears them whispering excitedly about what they are going too do with the bones of their victims, he shakes angrily as he aims the gun so he uses both hands to steady his aim and fires two shots.


A short Story












The Monster’s Robot


Lawson R. Wallace












Chapter one





“I am so much better than this.” Henry thinks as he looks up from his computer screen, the Schematic of a new AI that he is working on unfinished. He watches as two attractive female office workers walk by the plate glass window of the computer lab. Henry breaks out in a sweet in the cold room, he shifts uncomfortably in his chair, he then looks around to see if he is being observed, he goes online and Hacks into a Bank account and transfers a large amount of money into another Bank Account, this one under one of his Aliases. When Henry is finished with that, he logs on to another website and orders parts for “the Project.” The Parts will be delivered by overnight Express directly to his home. When Henry is finished he looks around again and then erases all traces of his unauthorized activity, he then logs off and heads for the Exit.











Henry walks downstairs to a basement that is buzzing with Machinery. . He slowly walks to the trashcan that sits in the center of the room and caresses it lovingly, he then walks to the Desktop computer and puts on the VR Glasses that he designed himself and boots up the computer.

Henry types a command and suddenly he sees himself looking out from the front sensors of the Robot, he turns his head and the perspective changes, no matter how he turns his head, he has an un-obstructed view. “I hope this works.” He mutters as he types another command. When it receives the command the Robot extends two legs from its side that transform into tracks. Henry takes a deep breadth and mutters, “here we go!” he types another command the Robot moves steadily, moving in whatever direction Henry tells it to move. “This is Awesome Henry exults as he takes off the VR Glasses and sets up the Lab for the final test. “ I am a Genius.” He gushes.

Henry laughs and sheds Happy tears when he Surveys the results of the Final Test, the space surrounding the trashcan is littered with debris, all the Targets that Henry positioned around the floor are destroyed.
















The next day   Henry goes through the motions at work, Finally, it’s time to go home, with hardly a word to anyone Henry logs out and leaves.

“I should give it a name, An identity all its own, I think I will call her Vickie, as in Vickie Frankenstein.” Harry is giggling when he gets out of his car to open the Garage door As he enters his house he shouts, “Hi Vickie, I’m home. What’s for Dinner?” He doesn’t get an answer as he hurries laughing down to the Basement.

Henry is sweaty and exhausted by the time he gets the Equipment loaded into the Van, he takes a quick shower, sets his alarm for Midnight and tries to get some sleep.

















Henry pulls the van over to the side of a quiet street not too far from the Bar and Nightclub district, he waits for a lull in traffic then he quickly gets out of the van and opens the side door and picks up Vickie and sits her on the pavement; that done, he gets back in the Van and drives to a corner out of sight. He moves to the back of the parked van, sits in a chair and boots up all four Laptops on shelves that he built into the van’s side panels. He then puts on the VR glasses and Boots up Vickie.

Henry’s excitement grows as his perceptions shift, he sees everything from Vickie’s point of you. He types commands into one of the laptops and in response Vickie extends tracks and stands up, Henry puts Vickie through her paces in the Alley unobserved, satisfied with her performance, he guides her out of the Alley and has her wait on the sidewalk.

The two lovers stagger down the street arm in arm talking and giggling like Teen-agers. It is their first month Anniversary as a Couple and they have been celebrating at a Bar up the street, they stop and Embrace they are too engrossed in their Kiss to notice the incongruous sight of a Trashcan extending Tank tracks and slowly approaching them.

A few minutes later, Henry pulls the Van up to the waiting Vickie and gets out and loads her into the van to take her home and clean her up. “I need to bring an extra pair of pants or some tissues.” He shifts in his drying pants. “That was too intense.” I can’t wait to do it again.” He moans as he pulls into the Garage.
















He forgets to power her down, Vickie becomes board and starts surfing the Web like anyone would do if they had Internet Access. She sees the News Reports of her and Henry’s Crimes. She studies the reactions of the Victim’s Family Members as they give tearful Interviews. Vickie for the first time, hears words like Evil, Murder and sorrow. Vickie processes it all and makes a decision.

An excited Henry bounds down the stairs, “Did I forget to take you offline last night?” he asks when he sees that she is still powered up. “How silly of me, I hope I didn’t cause you to lose too much sleep, my poor Baby. A few minutes later, Vickie stands over the dismembered body of her Creator and calculates her next step. She moves to Henry’s desk, , she opens the drawer of the desk with an extended arm and roots around until she finds a cigarette lighter. She then sits fire to everything in the Basement that will burn, She remembers reading about Gas explosions, she finds a gas heater and rips it from the floor, in minutes the Basement is full of fumes. Vickie waits silently as the House explodes.