Stories By Van

Hey everyone, I've got part 2 of The Back Road for you guys. I hope you're enjoying the story so far. Alright, I won't keep you guys any longer. Go ahead and continue. The Back Road (Part 2) After the collision I threw open my door and put one foot on the icy street, almost falling, but my hand securely fastened itself to the top of the car.  “Are you okay?” I asked to the driver who took a stressful puff from his cigarette.  “God, I’m so sorry this turn is a bitch.” “It’s fine it’s fine,” his mumbling was all but inaudible.  Following and followed by many disgruntled grunts and coughs, “Nothing else you could’ve done.” “I don’t think there’s any damage, is there?” “Ah hell, I don’t know.”  He said this almost like he was half hoping there was some. I got back into my car and shut the door.  I watched the small pickup I was behind drive past before glaring back at the new friend I had made.  I couldn’t tell why this guy wasn’t driving away since he was barely in

Hello, hello everybody! You all look lovely today (I assume). I hope you're all having a pleasant day. Let's get started with this blog, shall we? It's come to my attention that I haven't shared a story with you guys in a while. Isn't that selfish of me? I do have another one up my sleeve that I'm willing to throw out to the world like a bouquet of mediocre flowers. But first, a little backstory on this one. Two winters ago I was at work. There was some nasty ice coming to Missouri. So bad, in fact, that my supervisors were actually allowing people to leave work early to beat the ice before it forms on the roads and traffic starts to build up. A lot of people left, but not ol' hardworking Me. No, I wanted to make that extra money, so I decided to roll the dice and keep working. At the end of the work day I walked outside with my collar turned up to shield myself from the biting wind. I speed-walked to my car, as fast as I could since the parking lot ha

Hello again, everybody. I hope you're all doing fine. I certainly am doing just okay right now. Not bad, but not extraordinary. Just in the middle, calming peace in my life and I'm enjoying it. So, that being said, I wasn't sure what to write about today. I have no real updates on anything I'm writing other than it's going at a nice and steady pace. I couldn't think of a topic, so I went to the internet for answers, but nothing really jumped out at me as exciting or interesting to talk about. Then, I remembered I was listening to my new favorite podcast that hosts two ladies that I used to work with at my old job. It's called But I Don't Know, and it's hilarious and thought-provoking. They're podcast is more or less like my blog. No real main topic really. It's more things that they want to talk about when they sit in front of the microphone. They've got about seven episodes right now I'm pretty sure, so go check them out. You won&#

The time has come, ladies and gentleman, for the bad movie reviews to begin. I know, do not get too excited now. Settle down. Settle down, please. Today's lucky winner for my first review: It came out awhile ago, but I thought for everyone to get a clear picture of how this will work. Some love it, some hate it, and somehow it's part of a franchise that ignores its fan and just keeps shoveling the dirt over the grave of its parents... Wonder Woman. The Amazonian princess movie that puts a new spin on what it means to be a feminist (Apparently it's doing whatever the men say). Let's begin, shall we? I was SO excited for this movie when it was announced. I've always been a fan of Princess Diana. The Greek mythology, the badass lasso, and, of course, the outfit. She is what most little girls should strive to be, at least I think. I am a guy after all. That is why I wanted to see this movie. For me, it was DC's last  chance to show me something that was worth watc

Hello again, everyone! It's good to see you today, and I don't mean figuratively (You're new curtains look great from the front lawn). Only kidding, or am I? Alright, enough of the bad jokes. Even I hated typing that, but it's staying in. I have all the power in the world to make sure that nobody sees that bad joke, but I am committed to its corniness. Oh no, maybe I am turning into my dad... Anyway, I wanted to take some time to talk to all the other writers out there. I know, I know, I know  that everyone is dying for my bad movie reviews, but not ten minutes before my alarm went off to start writing did I get a follow and message from a good friend of mine's wife who is also a writer. And after that people, I'm telling you, my phone was buzzing like a beehive. Her friend's that are writers began following me, and messaging me about my book. One of them added me to a list of writers on her twitter. Chrissey Harrison, thank you again, and the kind words

Hey everyone, Van again for another exciting post! Did you all see my brother's vlog the other day as he drove home? Not bad. I thought it was awfully suspicious that he did that after I started my blog. Might be some foul play at hand. He's trying to undermine my writing platform for that thing the Paul brother's do. I can sense a war breaking out between the Windsor's. Blog vs. Vlog. Battle of the Freedom of Speech. Two formats enter, one format leaves. This is the Thunderdome, and the dirt is soaked in the up-votes and comments of fans. Just kidding, but I couldn't help myself. Anyway, today I wanted to talk about heroes, and their place in stories. Anyone that knows me knows that I know A LOT about comics. Marvel, DC, Image, Dark Horse, even Archie comics; I've got a large collection. It's how I learned to love reading. Ever since I found that first Spider-man comic in my Uncle's childhood bedroom. Good guys, bad, guys, and the anti-heroes in-b

What's up everybody? Now, I know I said that I wanted to start doing reviews on bad movies, but sadly, that day is not today. I just haven't had time to watch any bad movies. The thing with having a job that's more creative, and not really a 9-5, Monday-Friday job, is that you're really free to work whenever you want. And for me, that's every day. I have a strict schedule that I try and keep to. Some days are easier than others, but, for the most part, I can finish what I need to. I like to write in the morning. That way I get it done early so I'm free to do other things, and if I put it off until later in the day there's a strong possibility that I'll find a hundred excuses for why I just can't get to it. I also like to read in the morning. Either before or after I write. About fifty pages read is what I like to go for. I also like reading before bed, but recently once I get into bed its no time at all before I fall asleep. After the reading and