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The Other Aaron
http://aaronpolson.blogspot.com
A high school teacher and writer discusses his writing and teaching and the places where they intersect.
Recent Posts
Sometimes, They Don\'t Come Back
Sometimes they come back on time. We sort them, plop them in place on the cart, and ship them back to the shelves to be handled and picked over. But too often, they’re overdue. Occasionally they show up with a handful of coins. No note. No “sorry...
Thankful
It's Thanksgiving in the U.S., and while I take a break between shoving the turkey in the oven and peeling potatoes, I want to express my thanks. To my family, for being there, as a jab in my side when I need one or a rib-crushing hug.To my job. Than...
WIP Wednesday: Getting My Hands Dirty
Loathsome has some kinks, but I'm rolling up my sleeves and pushing my fingers into the mud. It's a helluva lot of fun right now. I just edited the first big attack from the Ruined Men. Good stuff. I like this excerpt because it reveals a little a...
What I Owe Boris Karloff
As a senior in high school during the fall of 1992, I purchased a copy of Frankenstein (1931) on VHS. I was on an extending field trip (3 days and 2 nights), and didn't watch the film until returning home. I'd grown up with the monster series from Cr...
Things Ruinous, Things Unexpected
If you haven't heard already, the magnificent Arkham Tales #5 is out, but dead on arrival. This will be their last issue. My short story, "Little Fingers", scheduled for a future issue, is now an orphan. But don't weep for her. Weep for good, weird f...
Smoke
When Ernst woke, he smelled the smoke first, even before he felt the rough cord wrapped around his wrists. His eyes began to water, burning from the ash in the air."Hallo?" he called.Shapes shifted in the darkness. Ernst tried to move his head, but s...

