Joshua Dyer has been a freelance writer for thirteen years. He has been published in the acclaimed international music magazine, Modern Drummer, has had seven articles published for the Los Angeles Times, has authored several novels and two feature-length film scripts. He has both a B.F.A. in Music Performance from West Virginia University, and a B.S. in Record Production from Middle Tennessee State University.
Dyer has been awarded the Reader's Choice Story of the Year for several of his works in the Los Angeles Times.
He lives in West Virginia with his wonderful wife and three beautiful children. He enjoys the outdoors, cooking, sports and is an avid golfer.
Dyer can be reached the fastest via email at email@example.com.
Being sixteen can be hell, and life at Liberty High isn’t doing Sarah Daniels any favors. Bullies, boys, an abusive mother, and now this: an old journal left to Sarah in her aunt’s will. With each passing entry, she grows closer to transforming the skeletons in her mom’s closet into proven facts. Everyone has a story. For Sarah, one boy’s journey across Great Depression America will set her free.
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This is purely an experiment in writing. The following is a short fiction piece in which I have attempted to take all things steampunk to sea. Please let me know your thoughts and impressions. No time like now to act like Victor Frankenstein.
Cat and Mouse
The Captain of the USS Endeavor fixed his blue stare on the rippling horizon. The massive ninety-foot paddlewheel of the carrier plodded a frothy course through the Atlantic’s undulations.
“He’s out there,” Captain Walker said peering through the large glass observation dome.
The ginger-haired skipper flicked the first two digits of his upturned hand.
“Aye, sir.” One of his Junior Officers set the small brass tube in Walker’s meaty palm.
He scanned the choppy waters for any sign of his foe.
“Right paddle, half-stop,” he barked to his crew in the observation dome. “Bring her around to starboard.”
Two of Walker’s First Classes echoed his order. The taller of the two slammed the paddle lever down to the large ‘half-stop’ in red lettering, and then brought it back up to its neutral position.
“Right paddle, half-stop, sir.”
“Very well, Jones,” Walker said as he studied the seas.
“Coming around to starboard, sir,” the Quarter Master said.
Walker set down his telescope and put the receiver to his right ear.
“Lookout,” he said watching his other shipmates scurry across the foredecks of his vessel, “anything from your vantage point?”
The young Seaman rotated his large set of binoculars around on their post. “Nothing from here, sir.”
It’s not going to get any easier once the sun sets, he thought eyeing the orange and black clouds to the west. Might be time for aerial –
The Endeavor’s warning sirens cut the still of the evening air.
A cluster of white tees and dungarees amassed amidships off the port side. “Enemy sub off port!” several sailors exclaimed jabbing fingers to Walker’s eleven o’clock.
Walker flipped the switch on his console and picked up the small receiver.
“Battle stations, battle stations! All hands.” His voice rang out over every nook and cranny on the massive aircraft carrier.
“Get me a line of bearing on that fish,” he said pointing his spyglass in the direction of the sighting.
“Sir,” a Second Class said from behind her position, “I have them at 74 degrees, four minutes, two seconds at a distance of six miles.”
“Copy that,” Walker said. He turned to the short portly man to his left. “Commander?”
“Sir,” the Endeavor’s Executive Officer said.
“Get three of our birds airborne on that line!”
“Aye, aye, sir,” his short sidekick said.
Walker watched as three planes made their way out onto the flight deck. An aviation deckhand fired up the front propeller on the first bi-plane. Its narrow-spaced pairs of wings unfolded as four more handlers locked them into place. The pilot shot a thumbs-up from his cockpit to the handler in front of his plane. The jet engine on the underbelly of the fighter fired to life pushing the restraining cables to their limits. The handler stepped to port and motioned his hands down the flight deck. Each of the AC-231 Avengers bolted down the runway and darted off into the darkening skies en route toward the enemy.
“Left paddle half-stop,” he commanded. “Bring us around on their bearing.”
His able crew executed the order with precision as the observation dome slowly spun counterclockwise. Once the bow of the vessel had reached the desired point, the Endeavor sped all ahead into the fray.
The three Avengers wove narrowing circles around the last known position of the enemy submarine.
“Any sign of them from above?” Walker asked. His inquisitive gaze rolled toward his XO.
“Nothing yet, sir,” a pilot said through broken static.
“Get me another line of –”
A bright blue bulb flashed over the copper map of the Endeavor on his console.
“Direct hit off starboard, sir,” a Lieutenant said studying the map.
The hand receiver next to the blue bulb rang into his bridge. Walker knew who was on the other side and what they wanted.
He placed the handset to his ear. “Walker here.”
“Looks like I win this round, Tim,” the voice said over the weak connection.
Walker watched as the black metal body of a giant swordfish broke the surface a quarter of a mile over his right shoulder. The boat’s clear bubbles glared back at him like a huge pair of insect’s eyes.
“I won’t go as easy on you next time, Mike,” he said watching the sub bob on the waves.
A small fortune, unknown until now, remains hidden on a small estate in Buckhannon, WV known by its residents as the Castle. Local legends tell of angered spirits, a curse and even a series of underground catacombs associated with the estate. Greed is a powerful drug. One that binds people to their most prized possessions all throughout life and even afterward.
The Castle’s ethereal master still stands watch over the property from the tower’s second level preying on those who would be tempted by the treasure. Lift the curse. Go where I could not, and release the tormented spirits from their prison.
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So, maybe I got a little bored at work today:
Okay. So, it has happened. The world hasn’t come to an end by any means, but for millions of Americans life will get more difficult. It is with you in mind that the following recipe is offered up for a few bites (and laughs):
•Start with two slices of your favorite bread. You’ll want them toasted, so really hold them over the coals and grill them.
(to view the full article, go to http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-1042375.)
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Rhone McLean can only watch his entire world burn as his wife’s lifeless body
disappears into the raging inferno. A mysterious cowboy in black emerges from
the ashes of Rhone’s home with a message of hope. His words push McLean into a
quest to free Clara, but how much of himself is he ready to sacrifice?
As the nation heals from the deep wounds of a bloody Civil War, McLean ventures
into the underbelly of the Western frontier. Here Rhone must confront his worst
fear if he is to lower the veil and cross the fog in to the macabre world where
Clara is imprisoned.
The Forces of Creation and Destruction position their
pieces as their eternal conflict nears its boiling point. With the help of the
Pegasus, Bellerophon, Rhone attempts to liberate the seven Towers of Light from
the Baron and his legions of the damned and restore balance to Everdark. He will
soon learn that the path to Clara passes through the Stones of Power and the
collapse of the Dark Territories. Rhone must endure more than Hell if he ever
wants to see his wife again.
Flash Point Theater’s debut radio show. All writers, producers and musically inclined folks are encouraged to submit.
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Originally aired August 28, 2013.
Musical guests: Kevin MaCleod.
Special thanks to Ever Desireless.
Written, directed and produced by Joshua Dyer. All rights reserved.
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After several long months of painstaking work and editing, the audiobook of “Hunter Cell” is finished! It is currently up on Amazon and audible.com and will be made available on all platforms in the next few days. Click the link below, and head on over. Check it out.
The road can be a long and boring place for the kids in your family. No matter how hard you may try to explain to them that getting there is half of the fun, they will still get restless. The following is a game that has been around for a good while and has several variations. This particular version entertained my three for the seven hour trip we recently made into the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee:
- Make a list on a sheet of paper of all 50 states. Leave two blank spaces next to each one: one labeled ‘vehicle’ and the other labeled ‘rig’.
- The point values for finding a regular personal vehicle is two points. The point value for a rig is one point. The reason being that rigs are more likely to travel cross-country than a personal vehicle would be.
- When you get on the road, have one of the kids or the person riding shotgun hold the score sheet and keep track of all of the plates that you see drive by. Each state can only be marked off in either category only once. Thus, there are a total of 153 points for all 50 states plus one of each category from D.C. Bonus points are given for plates from Canada, Mexico, or any other international plate: 3 points for a rig, and 5 points for a personal vehicle( once per province: Ontario and Quebec are separate for example). The vehicles must be in motion on a road of some type. Parked vehicles at rest stops and parking lots don’t count.
- Once you have returned from your trip, tally up all points, your distance traveled, and the time that it took your family to obtain your results. Post them here in the comments section to see how your family fared against all other players.
Results for my family:
Trip length: 900 miles round trip
Trip time: 13 hours
Total points: 77 points.
Not too shabby. So, you think your family can beat it on your next road trip? Have at it!