Man With a Pen

Man With a Pen


	Fiction Repubblica Welcome to New York City, circa 2085. Getting to the top in this town is still Hell. Repubblica - Chapter VIIII The old man huffed, then laughed, a cracked, demented laugh. He quickly pulled out a taco shell, and filled it with chop meat, chopped tomatoes, cheese, lettuce. He poured some sauce on it and handed it to Burke. On the house, he said. He turned, hopped into the cab and slid into the driver’s seat of his truck. He fired up the engine and had the whole exploding, rumbling thing in gear even before the engine turned over. He sped out of there fast, leaving Burke standing alone in the street with a taco and a corpse 20 feet away. Continue Thought Out As Time Goes By (June 4, 2008) - Here's the nut graf for you: It's as if, for all of our knowledge, for everything we've gained from peering into the night sky, building magnificently powerful telescopes, for blasting man onto the moon and sending myriad probes out into outer space, our concept of the universe is still shaped by the ideas and notions we've carried around in our collective heads for thousands of years. Still interested? Continue copyright © 2008 manwithapen.com	Script Excerpt "The Annetteology" For a life coach, little problems like a narcissistic boyfriend, a dying father and three tough television producers should be easy, right? Read Photo Gallery Short Fiction Ibby's Falafel The yellow light hung over the intersection, blinking evenly, slicing the night with its glow every time it lit up. The cab rolled through the street. It pulled over in the middle of a short block, its engine humming in a dented rhythm. There was an exchange of cash, she opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk. Hey, the cabbie said, how do I get back to the tunnel? Continue

Fiction
Repubblica

Welcome to New York City, circa 2085.
Getting to the top in this town is still Hell.

Repubblica - Chapter VIIII

The old man huffed, then laughed, a cracked, demented laugh. He quickly pulled out a taco shell, and filled it with chop meat, chopped tomatoes, cheese, lettuce. He poured some sauce on it and handed it to Burke. On the house, he said. He turned, hopped into the cab and slid into the driver’s seat of his truck. He fired up the engine and had the whole exploding, rumbling thing in gear even before the engine turned over. He sped out of there fast, leaving Burke standing alone in the street with a taco and a corpse 20 feet away. Continue

Thought Out

As Time Goes By

(June 4, 2008) - Here's the nut graf for you:

It's as if, for all of our knowledge, for everything we've gained from peering into the night sky, building magnificently powerful telescopes, for blasting man onto the moon and sending myriad probes out into outer space, our concept of the universe is still shaped by the ideas and notions we've carried around in our collective heads for thousands of years.

Still interested? Continue

Script Excerpt
"The Annetteology"

For a life coach, little problems like a narcissistic boyfriend, a dying father and three tough television producers should be easy, right? Read

Photo Gallery

Short Fiction
Ibby's Falafel

The yellow light hung over the intersection, blinking evenly, slicing the night with its glow every time it lit up. The cab rolled through the street. It pulled over in the middle of a short block, its engine humming in a dented rhythm. There was an exchange of cash, she opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk.

Hey, the cabbie said, how do I get back to the tunnel? Continue