Writings by Sheldon

A Halloween story

. . . sits a haunted house.

. . .

Aged to perfection for a role in an Hitchcock movie, the house was not always gloomy.

draft of an idea

Ever since the TV show, the moniker X-Files stuck. In all his years, he never encountered any aliens or dealt with anything supernatural. The most bizarre case to date was the finding of a Coke Cola can in an Egyptian tomb.

excerpt from a sci-fi story

They all looked at the locker shaking. Then the door popped open. Out rolled a severed finger.

excerpt from a forthcoming memoir

I knew I was ugly since I was ten years old. On the day of my tenth birthday, news broke out that my best friend at the time had been sexually molested for months.

excerpt from "Road Scholar"

"... our campus may be small but we are a diverse community with unique charm," spoke the campus tour guide to a group of visiting parents with their pre-frosh offspring in tow. As if on cue, a frizzy haired, bearded sixth year physics graduate student in grungy cargo shorts unicycles barefooted made a narrow missed pass behind the student guide's back.