by erictknight | Jul 5, 2016 | Arizona history, autobiography, cattle, comedy, cowboys, creative writing, Date Creek Ranch, Eric Knight, horses, humor, ranching, short story, writing
Back in college I used to do a lot of backpacking with one of my friends. One time he and I were headed out to backpack in the Chiricahua Mountains and as we were pulling our packs out of the car I noticed that he had a milk jug full of water in the back seat. When I...
by erictknight | Apr 4, 2016 | absurd, Eric Knight, humor, short story
“Finish up Johnny. The men are here. They don’t like to wait.” “What men?” asked five-year-old Johnny. “The men from the child rental place. They’ve come to take you back.” “They’re going to take me...
by erictknight | Feb 24, 2016 | action and adventure, action thriller, creative writing, dystopia, fiction, sci fi, science fiction, short story, suspense, thriller, writing
Another fifteen minutes of trudging through lightless undergrowth brought them to another clearing. This one was larger than the last. On the far side stood a small cluster of gray structures, squat and ugly. ‘Crete pads, left over from the last war. Bunkers,...
by erictknight | Feb 22, 2016 | action and adventure, action thriller, creative writing, drama, dystopia, fiction, sci fi, science fiction, short story, suspense, thriller, writing
They left the cheap room they had rented two hours before dawn. The morning was nearly as hot and stifling as the day, the air so thick you could breathe it, laden with heavy odors of rot and grease. The intermittent street lamps seemed to float in the haze, more...
by erictknight | Feb 20, 2015 | absurd, humor, satire, short story
“Finish up Johnny. The men are here. They don’t like to wait.” “What men?” asked five-year-old Johnny. “The men from the child rental place. They’ve come to take you back.” “They’re going to take me...
by erictknight | Jul 22, 2013 | humor, short story
“This is a hell of a way to make a living,” Tom muttered to himself as he hauled back the steel grate he’d made and set it aside. The irony of his words escaped him as he lowered himself once again into hell. But then, irony wasn’t one of Tom’s...
