Craig Tyson Adams
Bio
A man whose recipe for triple fudge brownies includes two quarts of vodka, sauerkraut, and a heaping tablespoon of bbq sauce.
Stories (6)
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Malicious Balloons Attack!
There I was, standing on the beach in San Clemente, thinking that if the Earth was indeed flat, I’d be able to see Japan, when a binoculars-wearing local tourist exclaimed with an expletive that something aloft was amiss. I turned to decipher what he was declaring.
By Craig Tyson Adams3 years ago in Fiction
Top Secret Documents Raid!
As I was standing in my front yard minding my own business and wondering what the neighbors were up to, when a black sedan followed by a phalanx of black SUVs, squealed around the corner and pulled up in front of various residences on my block and stopped.
By Craig Tyson Adams3 years ago in Fiction
No Job Too Big or Too Small
A flyer on the community mailbox brought up the notion that someone had shaken the visions of what they believed could be possible. As if the boundaries that we perceive to ground us by ponderous gravity release themselves like the tentacles of an imagined giant man-eating octopus that has capitulated and surrendered.
By Craig Tyson Adams3 years ago in Humans
Smoked Elvis
It had been a slow night driving a cab in Grover’s Mill, New Jersey and the fog had settled over a lonely meadow. It was a perfect place for some peace until the streak of light appeared. The craft settled silently as it landed. So quietly that the local dogs didn’t make a sound.
By Craig Tyson Adams3 years ago in Fiction
