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Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil's only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Another Story for Another Writer

Hey, all around great guy Todd Wheeler has got another one out there. And with that second link you can read it online. Congrats Todd. Sure, it's not genre, but hey, everybody has a past, right?


Todd Wheeler said...

Thanks Steve!

Yeah, I've got a lot of past on floppy disks in a proprietary format for a Panasonic word processor/typewriter. Hopefully they'll stay past.

Steve Buchheit said...

No worries, Todd. You might want to convert those while you can. You just never know when you're going to need it.