Hello, Hooray!

(The title is a reference to an Alice Cooper song.)

I just thought I'd introduce myself and tell you a little about my short fiction.

Despite the advice of those who know better than I do about always referring to yourself in the third person, (apparently because that's the kind of biographies successful, big-name authors have and thus we associate the third-person bio with them,) I'm going to just be me with you.

Although some people tell me the things I've lived through are unbelievable, there's not anything that I could fit into a bio, and I'm sure basic biographical stats would bore you to death, so I'll just comment a little on the fiction that I have for sale.

*Devon's Last Chance*
It seems like hearing about mass shootings or mass murders is so common-place now that it's just a part of life. I just can't get used to it, and I struggle with understanding how these things can possibly happen.

The thing that gets me is that we don't see news reports or interviews with neighbors where people say, "I always knew Todd was a total psycho who would do this one day." Instead it's always about how Todd was a nice guy. Quiet, friendly, always mowed his lawn," etc.

So how did he become a psychotic, murderous death machine one day?

I can tell you one thing - it wasn't from video games. I've looked into that

Fun & Games & Murder
http://edwardmwolfe.com/articles/fun-...

and I've been a gamer since Pong and haven't killed a single person yet, despite playing Call of Duty every day.

I don't know what happens to these people to change them, but being a writer, I wanted to come up with a proposed reason. And that's the inspiration for Devon's Last Chance.

*When Everything Changed*
There are some key things that make life hell when it doesn't have to be that way. This drives me insane. Everything that the Guardians criticize us for as a people are real things that bother me all the time. So this is not even a proper story. It's a vehicle or medium that provides me a means of being critical of humanity and the pathetic job we've done as a human race.

I think it is pathetically, ridiculously, evilly absurd that we're still fighting wars in the 21st century. For what? Money? Natural resources (which equates to money again)? Land?

All of these things, and ancient feuds, etc., but in the end, wars are usually the fault of a single person. A megalomaniac who has never been put in his place. Witness Kim Jung Un. Is he insane? Why do millions of people (like the North Koreans for example) put up with one guy ruining the entire lives of everyone else?

People drive me crazy. So I wrote this brief fantasy of an advanced race coming to earth and saying "Enough is enough. We'll fix the things that you were too stupid to fix yourself."

*In The End*
"When Everything Changed" takes a look at humanity's failings on the large scale, but "In The End" brings us in close for a more personal, one-on-one look at people - particularly when they are in a HUGE crisis.

Most of the characters don't react well when dealing with something that is just such a big shock and total change of the life they were used to and the loss of most of the things they take for granted on a daily basis.

In this story, I look at how not only "normal" people like you me react to a disaster and the absence of the steady, 24-hour flow of information they're accustomed to, but I also have in mind the dark side of how people will react in such a situation.

(I've been working on a novel for so long that I need to take occasional breaks, and when I do, that's when I write the shorter fiction you see here.)

In the End was meant to be a short story, but when I reached the end, I already knew what was going to happen next - even though nothing was supposed to happen next. But the story told me it wasn't done yet. It had barely gotten started.

So, if anyone likes it, I'll continue it along side the novel I'm working on and which I plan to have done by this summer. But if there's no interest in a post-nuke story of survival with a small group of people who grow into a unique, no-tolerance-for-bullshit community, then I'll just finish the novel and see what else comes out along the way.

You're still here??
I thought I lost you a long time ago.
Well, thanks for staying to the end.

I'd give you a big, fat kiss, but... well, who knows where your lips have been?