Writings and Stories by Ard the Author
Ard at Play
Ard at Play
Ever since the first two-leggeds scratched pictures on the walls of caves and later mastered the art of putting words on papyrus, they have fostered the desire to have their stories preserved for the ages. I have enjoyed reading and later writing since I was a kid. Before I ever started formal education my mom encouraged me by reading bedtime stories every night. She would have me follow along by looking at the words as she spoke them. Then she would have me read every other paragraph. I was hooked immediately. I entered Kindergarten with nascent reading skills and by first grade when it was formally introduced to the introductory primmer, I could read Dick and Jane cover to cover the day it was handed out. I also liked to have mom make up bed-time stories. She soon employed the same method as she had with introducing me to reading. She would make up a story then have me make up a story. Cowboy shows on TV were big at the time and my Uncle Bill had made me a three-foot-high, two-dimensional cowboy out of some thick plywood to hang my clothes on. This inspired me tell a series of “Towel Rack the Cowboy” stories that mom seemed to enjoy thoroughly. The first full length novel I consumed was an adolescent version of Tom Sawyer. By that point I could not get enough of the written word.
I am happy to offer my written works on this platform for all to enjoy without the need for renumeration, unless you genuinely desire to make a free will donation. If so, see Pay Pal option at bottom of page. That being said, I do not relinquish the ownership of said works whether you chip in or not. If anyone poaches my work to sell or to publish under their name, they will be targeted by my crack legal team of Smith and Wesson. A high-powered entity that specializes in “out of court” settlements. Capiche?
I Meet The Man. I despise the man. I get inextricably involved with the man.
Mike Graduates The School of Hard Knocks With Highest Honors. Mike heads to the coast for Post Graduate Work.
M Street House. Jean, Jane, Mike, my long- time best buddy Mick, and I, move in together.
Stick Up. Never stiff your drug dealer or your lawyer.
Final Straw. Mike’s shit just keeps getting deeper.
Branching Out. Various, nefarious, intertwining schemes.
Crossing Over Donner’s Pass. It’s all downhill from there.
Graphic Arts Gang Makes Their Move. From preliminary fraud and larceny, to the launch.
Hooter Flees Mexico. Heads to Denver and quenches his thirst with favorite squeeze.
New Directions. Welcome to an unprecedented New Year.
Next Big Thing. Move to the Green House with special new addition.
Poverty Gulch. Thanks to a lot of hard work and some great luck, the dream comes true.
Poverty Gulch. Thanks to a lot of hard work and some great luck, the dream comes true.
1978 Marriage And Another Birth. First big Gulch Party and Comfort by any other name.
Hooter Moves To The Gulch. He becomes a fully vested and contributing land partner.
Hooter’s Best. Good home, good friends, good job, sweet ride, and good speed. What could possibly go wrong?
A man on the other side of the world immolates himself. I take notice.
I earn the nickname “Rebel Without A Cause” by teacher. I finally find a girlfriend.
I register for the draft, get accepted to the most liberal college in the state, and attend my first protest.
A missed period and a communique from the local draft board.
Near death experience leads to a gut wrenching change of course.
Spiraling down, down, down......
My manipulative hippie, then gay, then Christian, rinse and repeat buddy, from back in the day.
Non-Fiction Over 18
Fictionalized tale based on a real-life character and events. He never lost his cool, even when a gun was pointed at him. Fiction All ages
Tranquil hitch-hiking trip in the north woods quickly turns enchanting then alarming. Non-Fiction, All Ages
Honored to spend the day with indicted co- conspirator of the takeover of Wounded Knee and co-founder of the American Indian Movement, Carter Camp, drinking beer and smoking pot.
Non-Fiction, Over 18
Prodigal cat Pooper returns to cabin in the woods causing this author to soon freak out. Non-Fiction, All Ages
Prodigal cat Pooper returns to cabin in the woods causing this author to soon freak out. Non-Fiction, All Ages
An observant Catholic, a lapsed Jew, and a disavowed Protestant share a room. Two of them team up to bully the other. Non-Fiction, Over 18..
Author wonders how he ever had that level of energy and stamina. Now I remember. Non-Fiction, Over 18
A frequent marijuana customer loses her shit on some good shit. Non-Fiction, Over 18
Tale of adversity, survival, and unconventional family bonds.
Fiction, Over 18
Navigating spiritual and physical landscapes: Non-Fiction, All Ages
ow hanging out with a hot young friend made me feel toothless and out to pasture. Non-Fiction, X Rated
In a fantasy city above the artic circle an unexpected perspective emerges of a father’s deepening dementia.
Fiction, All Ages
Sometimes not making a decision becomes the decision itself. Non-Fiction, All Ages
Violent tale of settling an old and devastating debt. Fiction, X Rated
A comely Southern Belle with a unique psychic talent. Fiction, All Ages
A damaged soul re-invents herself while uplifting those around her. Fiction, Over 18
Peace and solitude can sometimes come with a large price tag.
Fiction, Over 18
A long period of sobriety comes to a messy conclusion.
Non-Fiction, All Ages
Questionable choices result in titillating circumstances.
Fiction, X-Rated
Very gross and often hilarious tale of the craziest dude I ever knew before I met Hooter (See the My Hooter Is Crazier memoir on this website). Non-Fiction, X-Rated
arly morning drinking at The Beach Ball Bar and a plan for a finite future. Fiction, Over 18
A couple of post adolescent low-lifes make their big play.
Fiction, Over 18
Fun with Uncle Jeffro and Siva. Not so much for Rikki and Marmaduke.
Non-Fiction, X-Rated
Hans, Me, and a couple of proper Jamaican ladies stroll the beach at Negril after dark.
Non-Fiction, All ages
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Sincerely, Ard
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