From Anomalous Confessions by Aaron Steinmetz.

Young Willy Weathers would walk outside whether the snow or the rain would fall down. To keep himself warm he would wrap round his arms a dense coat of wool and of down.

From Anomalous Confessions by Aaron Steinmetz.

He disappeared into his room, shut the door and locked it.  Inside the kitty-house, though, within the darkness through the main entryway two cat eyes popped open and one eyebrow rose.  Cocoa silently exited the kitty-house and began working her way toward the knife collection, grinning from ear to ear.

From Anomalous Confessions by Aaron Steinmetz.

Someone asked me once where my stories come from.  It’s quite simple, really.  I sit in front of my computer with a cup of coffee on one side and a stack of classical music CDs on the other.  I stretch a few times, take a deep breath and let it out.  I light some candles.

From Anomalous Confessions by Aaron Steinmetz.

Look at him.  He’s staring at the blank page of his word processor.  I always get a kick out of that blank stare he gets when he calls to me; he’s a vegetable in a computer chair, sitting in front of that laptop he got so he could even more so take advantage of my kindness.  He wants his writing fix, and I’ll give it to him, eventually.  But I’m gonna let him sweat it out a bit.  I’m gonna make him learn who’s the writer here.