Stephen A. Roddewig
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Author of A Bloody Business and the Dick Winchester series. Proud member of the Horror Writers Association 🐦⬛
Also a reprint mercenary. And humorist. And road warrior. And Felix Salten devotee.
And a narcissist:
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Author Talk: The Great Content Recycling Ecosystem
To misquote the band Sublime: It’s so nice, I wanna publish the same story twice Sidebar 1: Did you know their greatest success came after the lead singer Bradley Nowell was already dead? What could have been...
By Stephen A. Roddewig2 years ago in Writers
The Acceptance, the Rejection, and the “F You”: I Go Back and Catalog Years of Short Story Submission Responses
For reasons unknown, I’ve decided to continue alienating my readers by delivering something that is neither fiction nor poetry but, at the end of the day, is me riling myself up.
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 years ago in Writers
Dick Winchester in... Dick Winchester Episode 1: “Gratuity Not Included”
Book 1, Chapter 4 INTRO / A LONE SAXOPHONE MOANS A MOURNFUL NOTE NARRATOR A city street caught somewhere between the rock and a place too hard for even the hardest man. Yet, one hard man walks this dead-end street, his shoulders hunched forward beneath his leather jacket. In this town full of losers, a city of shut down strangers and hot rod angels, some want him dead. Even less want him alive. Those few that remain know that it will take more than death to see the last of... Dick Winchester.
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 years ago in Humor
The Rocks. Second Place in Painted Prose Challenge. Top Story - June 2023. Content Warning.
Listen to the recorded story on Spotify: (Available on all major platforms—full list here) *** The sea screamed and shrieked, threatening to slice through the rigging as the gale reached fever pitch. Beneath Captain Wouyt's feet, the ship wailed its protest as wind and waves battered it from all sides. Like a wounded animal, it limped along, offering a few last gasps of defiance before its fate caught up.
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 years ago in Art
The Airlift
The drab gray cabin vibrated and thrummed, jarring Martin from his murky sleep. “Hang on back there,” the pilot, Adam, called from the cockpit in a Midwestern accent so thick Martin could imagine a hay stalk bobbing between his lips. “They’re getting a bit feisty on us.”
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 years ago in Fiction
