

So, yeah, another week of little writing. The biggest writing thing I did was on Sunday, 3 / 30 / 2025, my buddy Zach and I proofread through 6 chapters of a horror story I wrote many, many years back. It took us 5 hours, we went through less than 16000 words and about 56 pages. It was a big finish to a weekly project we were chipping away at.
As for the horror story itself, it's a hot mess with a few gems here and there. But I think I might rewrite it in the future, we shall see. I wrote the story in November 2012 and it is amazing how much I have grown as an author over the years. Though, some quarks (like using ‘to’ instead of ‘at’ are still present even after thirteen years of engaging with writing.
So, it is getting late as I write this and I have no topics or rants really lined up to pad this out 😜
Instead, I will post a couple short of flash fiction from the “Artie the Arsewhole” series.
Adventures of Artie the Arsewhole #2
A fire rages at the sugar factory and it is out of control.
“We cannot get the fire out! There is just too much sugar feeding it!”
The firefighters are unable to stop the blaze. This looks like a job for—
“YEAH! Put that fire out! YEAH!”
“Look out! It is Artie the Arsewhole! Run!”
The firefighters then flee the scene.
“YEAH! Butt-stomp that fire! YEAH!”
And like a falling meteor, with his butt aimed at the center of the flaming sugar factory, our hero crashed down.
“YEAH! Super-Butt-Stomp! YEAH!”
And as the impact puts out the fire, and annihilates the factory, molten sugar rains down on the city. At least the fire is out.
“YEAH! Stop’d that fire! YEAH! Be that ARSEWHOLE!”
You be that Arsewhole, Artie. You be that Arsewhole!
Adventures of Artie the Arsewhole #3
A tornado stampedes towards an innocent lavender farm.
“Not my lavender! Someone, help!”
The lavender farmer cries out. This looks like a job for—
“YEAH! Save that lavender! YEAH!”
“No! It is Artie the Arsewhole! My lavender is doomed!”
“YEAH! Blow that tornado away! YEAH!”
Our hero then takes a great big breath. And—
“YEAH! Super-Blow-Away-Breath! YEAH!”