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Rick Wasserman
Knoxville, TN
RickWass
Life is unfair, but I don't need to tell you that. I want to write all the time, but I can't. I gotta pay the bills. Sometimes my mundane work gets in the way of real work. So, in those fleeting moments between the big three time stealers of Work, Sleep, and Food.....I scribble small things to prove that I am still alive.
These stories are completely true, except for the parts that are made up. The Robot Farm (where we farm for robots, not where robots farm) is inspired by the events and experiences of my day job. I go on flights of fancy to escape the drudgery of this mundane existence, and then write about them during my breaks. I wish my life was as interesting as my scribbles, but I certainly don't want it to be as desperate.
Most of these can be found in my blog page, under the heading of The Robot Farm.
These stories are almost erotic. They started as a joke. What would be the redneck version of Shibari rope play. From there, we just press the boundaries of taste beyond comfort. I am deeply afraid this might become the next "50 Shades" book......
I might have to kill myself in the interests of preserving humanity.
A love story between Judas, Cain, The Adversary, and Jesus. Cain Kills the young men, Judas reshapes them and reanimates them into the likeness of his long lost love Jesus. And the Adversary has the last laugh. Homoerotic fiction, which is way outside my tastes and comfort zone.. Notable mostly for being my first published work. Nothing ever works out the way you plan, but I'll take it anyway.
The Anthology is probably still available from Inkstained Succubus at the link below.
$12 for paperback, 5 for electronic media.
http://www.inkstainedsuccubus.com/#!product/prd1/2799393611/hungry-hearts
More Erotic fiction, but this time for a broader audience. Tales from the Shady Valley gates community. The neighborhood watch was getting lax, boredom and complacency were eroding away their motivation. They needed something to keep them sharp, but something controllable. So the invented "The Game". members of the neighborhood watch would periodically attack each other. It kept them sharp, and the winner each confrontation would get a prize, total control of the loser till sunrise. If you could own your neighbors for a night, what would you do with them?
Now, imagine his has been going on for years, and you are the new guy who just moved into the neighborhood. The game is afoot, but you are woefully unprepared for this new reality. What do you want? What stands in your way? What are you going to do about it?
Are you sure?
A collection of short stories. Each one is a moment of time centered around the principle and sub characters of the De Planatea Univerrse.
Or they will be, once I get around to writing them.
Will be presented as it occurs to me
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Unless your only purpose in life is to sell me things I likely don't need.
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Rick Wasserman
Knoxville, TN
RickWass