It's All About The Story
Chaos – a noun: complete disorder and confusion. Conflict – a verb: be incompatible or at variance; clash Two words. One a noun, the other used as a verb. Both connotate similar emotions. The universe was created of chaos. Human beings can’t seem to live for any extended periods without being in some state of... Continue Reading →
Dear Reader, "I'm a storyteller, one who uses the written word to tell tales. I am not a professional essayist nor English professor. My grammar is not always perfect and my sentence structure not always correct. To me, what is most important, all that is important, is the story." Thank you Joe
Are you a writer? Are you told that you are too sensitive? This is not an uncommon characteristic in those of us who are creative. Even one who might be accused of excessive machismo or toxic masculinity, Ernest Hemingway, was a deeply sensitive person. Upon first reading, his stories can be construed as epic adventures,... Continue Reading →
Over on Facebook, I start each day by sending out an air hug, and end each night by sending out a prayer. I am going to start putting the here as well. Maybe it will help some of us to know we aren’t alone in this global crisis. Joe Sending a out big "AIR... Continue Reading →
Over on Facebook, I start each day by sending out an air hug, and end each night by sending out a prayer. I am going to start putting the here as well. Maybe it will help some of us to know we aren't alone in this global crisis. Joe My nightly prayer to all and... Continue Reading →
...the world as we knew it changed
I am a self-published storyteller, not under contract by a major publishing house and have sold a very limited number of books. In the literary world I am insignificant. That is the truth, but that truth doesn't change the reality that I am a storyteller. Storytelling is my love and lust. Storytelling is my passion... Continue Reading →
The following is the re-post of an interview I did with Samantha Ridenour of Ridenour Publishing. 1. What inspired you to write this book? Answer: I am currently writing a series of novelettes under the umbrella title, “The Damaged and Broken Collection.” As of today, I have competed Tortured and Tormented – creating a school... Continue Reading →
This work is dedicated to the writers and creators of Boston Legal, who also explored a similar theme.
© 2017 A Father by Scono Sciuto All rights reserved. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's extremely vivid, and at time disturbing, imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. A... Continue Reading →
Am I alone in enjoying a simple pizza with only cheese and sauce -- no other toppings?
Is anyone not exhausted?
The last scene of "War Springs Eternal," was a dream and in the dream, the main character was Ernest Hemingway.{I had been reading a biography.} The dream was so vivid, that when I woke, I grabbed my cellphone, opened my memo app, hit the microphone icon and immediately dictated the details of the dream. I... Continue Reading →
A sultry story, dripping with sub-textual metaphors on domination, control and resentment.
Comfort- to give strength and hope to. Despair – The complete loss of or absence of hope. Two words. Opposite meanings. Come together to define a life. The Comfort of Despair is a story of one man, alone, stranded in the ocean. As his life may be ending, he reflects on her, his one true... Continue Reading →
I spent the day reading and watching videos on the Protestant Reformation -- research for a small portion of my next novel. After 8 hours of time, for what will amount to less than a few thousand words of the story, I wondered -- Why? And not just the day I spent researching, but why... Continue Reading →
With all of the arm-chair, pop-psychology directed my way because of my stories, I am starting to feel like Ernest Hemingway, without the success, notoriety and nobel prize.
Will joy return?
Next to laundry, the one constant in life, in the literary world at least, is many folks acting as soul crushing, communistic, ignorantly blind editors. If I ever make a significant impact as an author or writer, or what I truly am --- a storyteller, perhaps people will take seriously what I say. Until that... Continue Reading →
If billionaire business people and criminals understand that regulation of some sort over an unending free-for-all is better for them as a whole -- Why can't average people understand it?
To those who know me, perhaps the worst kept secret is that I am an emotional person, and that I am emotionally weak. When stress and anxiety hit, I react with some type of emotional response. In my younger days it may have been a display of temper, at other times, including now, it may... Continue Reading →
From the book’s description, "Africans and African Americans left Earth in 1900, and went to another planet in The Milky Way to escape mistreatment.” I was immediately intrigued. Sean Wright’s Skoll’s Diary is more than the simple telling of a young man’s life on Saturn, it is a book that should awaken all who read it to one certain... Continue Reading →
I must apologize for not adding much new content lately. Like all of us, the stress of these times impacts each of us, it also does so differently. What was my escape, creative writing, has escaped me. My vivid imagination, the one I used to craft my stories, now keeps me up most nights, and... Continue Reading →
"As we huddle in the depths of reinforced earth, the fresh-faced soldiers cry out. Those of us who have been here, we cry in. Time hardens our exterior, but that doesn’t change the truth; We are all afraid. Once the fear is accepted, it becomes part of us. The propaganda that drove us here no... Continue Reading →
In this terrible time I have come to realize how petty I have been, and how that pettiness may have led to hurt feelings and lost friendships. It is my goal when this is over to mend all broken fences.
Dr. Harleen Quinzel's view: What have I been doing all this time? Why am I imprisoned? Why am I kissing that freak The Joker? I look at him in horror. He is my patient, what the hell is he doing? I push him away. He strikes me. I have a baseball bat. I'm not sure... Continue Reading →
I remember as a child, our home was burglarized as we slept upstairs. In the night, with us in the home, an unknown person(s) ransacked our lower level. For weeks, I was afraid to go to sleep, wondering if the person(s) would return. If this time they might come upstairs. If they might hurt us.... Continue Reading →
Each time I am writing a story, I read the following, and strive to do all except numbers 3 & 6 This particular list comes from open culture. In a writing phase, I read these every morning, every night, and of course, each time before I sit to write or edit. I actually have it... Continue Reading →
Out of all I have written, this story may be an unintended and unforeseen allegory for what many of us are experiencing today. Reviews - "The Comfort of Despair" ------------------- Chris VINE VOICE 5.0 out of 5 stars Highly recommended. Reviewed in the United States on October 20, 2019 Verified Purchase This novella... Continue Reading →
Of all the books and stories I have written, this one means the most to me. Here are a couple of my favorite quotes.. -------------------- "As we huddle in the depths of reinforced earth, the fresh-faced soldiers cry out. Those of us who have been here, we cry in." -------------------------- "Summer is ending. Sweltering heat... Continue Reading →
--------- Mar 20, 2019 Agnes, rated it it was amazing War Springs Eternal by Joe Leonardi is riveting short story that elicits a host of emotions from the reader. As I read War Springs Eternal, I was immediately captivated by the strength, pain and resilience of the main character throughout his life journey. A compassionately,... Continue Reading →
Next to laundry, the one constant in life, in the literary world at least, is many folks acting as soul crushing, communistic, ignorantly blind editors. If I ever make a significant impact as an author or writer, or what I truly am --- a storyteller, perhaps people will take seriously what I say. Until that... Continue Reading →
I can't be the only one to stare out the window, shake my head and think -- What the hell happened?
If billionaire business people and criminals understand that regulation of some sort over an unending free-for-all is better for them as a whole -- Why can't average people understand it?
Hemingway had a simple trick for overcoming writer's block. In a memorable passage in A Moveable Feast, he writes: Sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame... Continue Reading →
Prologue My name is Rita Mendoza. I am a drug addict. My main drug of choice, anabolic steroids --- but there are others. As much as they built my body, they also destroyed. To fuel my addiction, I took actions of which I am not proud. I have made bad choices, and I... Continue Reading →
Dr. Harleen Quinzel's view: What have I been doing all this time? Why am I imprisoned? Why am I kissing that freak The Joker? I look at him in horror. He is my patient, what the hell is he doing? I push him away. He strikes me. I have a baseball bat. I'm not sure... Continue Reading →
