RICKYBUTTS
Stories, fiction, and whatever I've been tinkering with.
Pull up a chair — I'll grab the tacos.
The Darkness
The cursor blinks. The ideas have vanished. April was my Darkness — milestones I'd rather not revisit, my dad's surgery, confidence collapsing. I've been here before. Every time, the breakthrough is on the other side.
Quickies
Feels better than procrastination.
Closing Floor
He worked security yesterday. He knows what was here. The stranger is certain it was here too — but they aren't talking about the same thing.
Car Wash
A frantic stranger scrubs the backseat of a pristine Camaro at 2 AM. Eight red rags into the trash. He doesn't look up. A modern-noir Quickie.
Allen Wrench
Building a bookshelf piece by piece while my father-in-law judges from the recliner. He has no idea what it's going to hold.
Notes
Essays, observations, and the occasional rant. Usually too long, occasionally worth it.
The Darkness
The cursor blinks. The ideas have vanished. April was my Darkness — milestones I'd rather not revisit, my dad's surgery, confidence collapsing. I've been here before. Every time, the breakthrough is on the other side.
Introducing Ricky's Quickies
A daily writing practice: 100 words, assigned at 9AM, with a constraint and a turn that flips the meaning of everything before it. No excuses.
Let Me Introduce Myself
My name is Ricky Butts and I am a wannabe writer learning as I go. I don’t have any formal training, but I have loved writing stories, and even some poetry, since I was a kid. I welcome you to follow my journey.
Shorts
Short writing. Fiction, essays, rants — whatever fits under a thousand words. One a week. Ish.
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