Steve Anderson
Bio
I was born in North Carolina, and lived all over the United States. From serving in the U.S. Navy to managing a bar, I’ve held a lot of interesting jobs and visited strange lands, from the Azores in the Atlantic Ocean to Djibouti, Africa.
Stories (3/0)
Writing is more than fun and games...
Writing should be fun, if I’m going to spend hours at a time doing something as intense as writing can be, it should be enjoyable. But fun isn’t all writing should be either. There are as many reasons to write and ways of experiencing the act as there are people who write. That’s part of the brilliance of writing from my perspective. As the Vulcans say, “Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.”
By Steve Anderson2 years ago in Education
Bridgewater Bingo
Jerry’s room at the state hospital helped keep the darkness at bay. A white tile floor, four soothing pale green walls, a plain dark wooden door, and a bare white ceiling above him. The two small, high windows let in sunlight without the temptations of seeing the outside world. The simplicity of his white-painted bed, white sheets, and blankets, even his white painted bedside table, reassured him that his nightmares weren’t real.
By Steve Anderson2 years ago in Horror
Chantrelle
Like tears from ten thousand angels, slow, heavy raindrops pattered off the top of the horse-drawn hearse as Al Buhrman crossed Rampart Street. Two black horses pulled the glass-sided hearse while the family and mourners followed in the warm summer rain. Despite its warmth, the water soaked through his dark suit coat and his good shirt with a chill that still rattled Al down to his lanky bones.
By Steve Anderson2 years ago in Horror
