Robert's short stories

Kent, Texas © Robert Sommers

I haven't wrote any fiction for a while, although some of my normal statements do tend to sometimes strain credulity, I suppose.
I am due, might need to sequester myself in a hotel like Johnny Paycheck and block out the world and write. I am told that Paycheck kicked heroin by sitting in a hotel room and pouring scalding coffee on his arms every time he got the notion to fix. Did the trick. Substitute a serious pain response for a hydrostatically equal feeling of pleasure and unravel your operant conditioning. Brilliant!

One of these days soon I have to sit down and write some more fiction.

Here are a few links to a couple things that I have written in the past that I mostly think are decent and that you may enjoy reading. Some of them are at a halfway point and may never get finished. I haven't read them for a while and I am just throwing them all out there unopened. I know that I wrote another Clarksdale chapter but may have destroyed it. I will have to look around. Bit close to home.


Please don't tell me if these stories are godawful because I'm feeling a bit vulnerable at present. All stories © Robert Sommers 2011 and not to be reprinted without his express written permission.

A Cup of Joe.
Birdwatching.
Fight Night on Mount Olympus.
Lord of the Western Marches.
Feeler.
Feeler II.
Feeler III.
Burning Embers.
Clarksdale.
Clarksdale II.