Confessions of an Invisible Man

Martin was a loud mouth invisible freak whose best friend crapped diamonds.

When he was 9 he discovered that he could turn himself invisible at will. Since, he’s cultivated a disdain for moral character and used his talent for perverted, base, selfish purposes. And he’s always told himself he was okay with that. But meeting a woman who can see him even when he’s invisible and surviving a home-grown terrorist attack convinces Martin that things need to change.

Confession of an Invisible Man is your typical invisible guy meets girl, invisible guy loses girl, invisible guy botches plan to stop terrorists, and learns something important about himself story.

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Cell

They locked me in a brick room that was 5 feet wide and 9 feet long.  There was a toilet on one wall and a sink and a mirror on the other.  The ceiling was close to twenty feet high, with a single dim yellow light affixed in the center.  The floor was a cold mismatched gray slate.

Because the bricks were old they protruded from the wall all different amounts.  It made the walls look strange because of the shadows cast by that lone light above.  The sink offered no more then five minutes of warm water, and the toilet could be flushed once an hour without over flowing.

I spent the first year pacing around the room in anger, being outraged that they could lock me up over a few ideas.

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Postal Efficiency

Headed over the Charles Street bridge for the fifth time in 24 hours I notice how beautiful this awful city can be. Then someone next to me elbows my arm and my book falls to the floor, page lost forever. My coffee threatens to spill but I manage to contain it, and myself.

When the train screeches to a stop I walk through the complex string of halls and stairs until I’m standing in front of South Station. It looks and smells like it always does, nestled in its labyrinth of construction, a fortress of travel and refuse. The Main Postal Facility that services all of Boston stands beside it, my destination, and it shares in the sinister smile that this whole city seems to have for me.

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Elmer Gigantic

Elmer Gigantic  was about to jump out of an airplane all because of a book that he found in the attic of his 200 year old house in Portland, ME. And that was nothing compared to what he was planning on doing after that. All in the name of finding his fortune, creating a legacy for his infant son, and changing the world.

Originally published in a boutique printing of 100 signed and numbered copies, this story is now available for the first time in eight years as an ebook.

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