That title comes off presumptuous, doesn’t it? I apologize — I just want to share some of my favorite movies! Most times when I talk about them, people have never heard of these films. Welcome to the first (and maybe only?) part of a series, where I attempt to persuade…

by Brad Foster, 2015 © This old bastard is really pissing me off, Thatcher Mulgrove almost said out loud. Not that anyone would have heard him at that moment, standing in the nearly deserted antique mall. …

While I don’t have the capital, maybe some of these are capital ideas! I’ve come and gone on Vocal (great people, and I’m thankful for those I’ve met) and I’m clumsily navigating Medium. I began concocting a wish-list of a dream platform for writers. …

Stupid Crap I’ve Done by Brad Foster, 2023 A listicle, because I know how much Smillew loves listicles. And since it was his birthday recently (Happy B-Day, Smillew!), I can think of no better gift! I’m sure there’s more stupid crap I’ve done, but this is what comes to mind…

How I’ve made less than $3 on writing platforms, and so can you! It was a dark and stormy afternoon when I joined Vocal in the winter of 2021. I had high hopes for winning every single one of their contests and it spurred me to wuthering heights of harried…

An Open Letter to Count Dracula: I’m Sorry I Kicked You in the Nards I realize now that you weren’t really Count Dracula, but back the 1970s I thought you were the real deal. You see, my Mom and I went to my elementary school’s Halloween party. …

A long-ago missed chance. 2019 © Brad Foster On a frigid night long ago, I sat in a tavern packed with fans shouting toward a bright television. I cared not for the game — heresy around here! I’d come for their famous hamburger and a glass of red wine. When…

I should’ve turned into a serial killer — according to several psychological studies. I’m a white male, and I’d wet my bed since I was at least eight years old. I hated it and every time it happened, I was mortified to wake in a soaking wet puddle. This happened…

Inquiry Agent Vandyr Roarke investigates the death of a friend. by Brad Foster, 2020 © Vandyr Roarke is my name, so far as anyone’s concerned. A long time ago, I loved a lady who taught me to use my mind and not my fists. She was one of only two…