The Chimes at Midnight

By Bud Koenemund   A few weeks ago, a friend of mine mentioned she was about to begin her last year as a twenty-something; 30 would be u...

By Bud Koenemund   The old man – despite the protestations of his home nurse – struggled to throw off the blankets and stand. Teetering sl...

  Here are three microfiction (100 words, or less) stories written over the last two weeks (OK, I wrote two of them, and came up with the th...

By Bud Koenemund   $569,000. By government standards, it's not much; not when compared to our national budget. It amounts to less th...

  He washed away the excess shaving cream, rubbing his fingers together under the weak stream of hot water. His father had tried to teach hi...

  As a writer, I am always leery of passing too harsh a judgment on other writers; especially when it comes to attempts at satire. As George...

Hmmm, great indeed! "So we beat on..." I thought this was about last night's wine-fest! Oh, my poor head! This du...

Arlington National Cemetery (photo from Army.mil) I rarely comment on the things I post on What Are You Really Afraid Of? (http://what...

Santa's workshop "underwater" as Kringle appears before Congress   By Bud Koenemund 6 December 2012   WASHINGTON, ...

First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a communist; Then they came for the socialists, and I ...