Posted by B.C. Young on February 12, 2013 · Leave a Comment
Maybe you can help me out with something. I needed to do a little marketing experiment with my books. I figured since the Miscorrection trilogy is complete and available, why not try offering the first book for free. My thought is that giving the first book away, could lead to sales of the second and … Read more
Posted by B.C. Young on July 31, 2012 · Leave a Comment
This past week, my daughter got sick. The poor thing had trouble breathing and it turns out she has some form of bronchitis. Naturally, the doctor—I like to call them legal drug dealers—prescribed some medicine for her. I went to my local Walgreens to pick up the prescription. For those who don’t know, Walgreens is … Read more
Posted by B.C. Young on August 29, 2011 · Leave a Comment
He continued running up the stairs. Just a few more steps. This is like waiting to graduate high school, he thought. Still moving, he skipped two steps at a time, but the top looked just as far away as it did 100 steps earlier. Just a few more steps up. This is like when I … Read more
Posted by B.C. Young on August 22, 2011 · Leave a Comment
“These are for you,” Eric said. Cathy examined the gift. They were a dozen stems with the flower buds still waiting to develop. Not a very romantic gift in her opinion. She’d prefer full on blooming roses. “Oh…well…thank you,” she said. She had no idea what to say. Maybe that they were the most ridiculous … Read more
Posted by B.C. Young on August 18, 2011 · Leave a Comment
“It was the look in your father’s eyes that finally convinced me.” Rena said “Convinced you of what?” Ronny said. “That you’re not my Ronny.” How did she find out? He never thought it could happen. “He brought me here, because where I’m from, I died.” “He brought you here to replace my Ronny.” A … Read more
Posted by B.C. Young on August 15, 2011 · Leave a Comment
“What do you suppose is on the other side?” Cindy asked Kevin. Kevin thought the same thing about Cindy’s heart. He stared at her, and got lost in her large eyes. He waited patiently for her to speak more words; the sound calmed him. The wind blew slightly, causing strands off hair to fall over … Read more
Posted by B.C. Young on August 8, 2011 · Leave a Comment
This story is a sequel to the story Morning. I still haven’t heard from them, but I don’t think I mind so much anymore. Most days, as the signal reaches into space, I sit on a large, gray rock. My flute—I picked it up in a nearby town—keeps me company as I play music to … Read more
Posted by B.C. Young on August 4, 2011 · Leave a Comment
“Quick, what time is it?” Stan said. “10:33,” Rick answered. “Shoot. We’ll have to try something different. Grab that block, and smash it on my head.” “It’ll kill you if I do that.” “Doesn’t matter. It might be the only way out of this.” Rick picked up the large cinder block, while Stan rested his … Read more
Posted by B.C. Young on August 2, 2011 · 10 Comments
Jace and Cameron stood at the street corner waiting for the little Walking Man light to give them the go ahead to cross. Then, the phone in the booth behind them began to ring, loudly. Ring, ring! — Ring, ring! “Huh?” Jace said. “Haven’t heard a ring like that in years.” “Go answer it.” Cameron … Read more
