The things you find when you look through old folders.
Fortune Cookie Caper
About Me
Formerly a paramedic, wilderness guide, and entrepreneur, Douglas Wright is now a Pacific Northwest novelist and short story writer. Raised on the west coast of Canada, Wright started writing (probably) bad poetry in high-school before moving on to exhortations supporting the elimination of television. Further forays into word count controlled journalism included three-bit pieces in... Continue Reading →
The ai that gave itself the same name, twice.
My conversation about eyeballs and identity with Nova. I was working on my novel yesterday, and discovered that I didn't know the spelling for 'anesthesia'. So, I opened my desktop dictionary to get it. The trouble was, I was butchering the spelling so badly that the dictionary autofill wasn't picking up what I was laying... Continue Reading →
Dirty Man
A little scene snippet from the world of my futuristic work-in-progress, a novel with the working title "Murder In The Grotto". Image by DALL-E.
The Adventures of The Baja Barnacle Gang
Images created by DALL-E, text created by me using WeTransfer's 'Paper' app.
A Campfire Story.
A long time ago, there was a little coastal village surrounded by mountains and mist. The people who lived there were peaceful, and went about their days gathering berries and catching fish. They lived in harmony with nature, and were a generally carefree people, until one morning when one of the villagers was found dead.
Marooned
I was rowing a small boat many years ago, fighting the wind and the current after a day of fishing. It seemed futile in the weather I had and night was coming, so I decided to spend the night on an small offshore island. It was here I found a wild and solitary man sitting... Continue Reading →
Transcendental Pizza – A Short Story
It was the day of the family reunion, back in the summer of 1984, and we were having a picnic on the village green. Everyone had shown up; all the uncles and aunts, all the cousins, grandma and grandpa, everyone. It was absolutely marvelous. I love those big Italian get-togethers, they’re full of laughs and... Continue Reading →
Entry Prohibited – A Short Story
The helicopter’s blades thup-thup-thupped steadily as the small yellow machine flew low over the forest. The morning sun gave a coniferous green glow to the trees that spread in all directions like a bristly shag rug.
Douglas Writes... 