The Story Project is now available as an ebook! I always meant to repost the whole thing here, but I routinely forget to post a new installment for many weeks. So now the whole first year is available in a variety of formats on Smashwords. The first 40% is available…
Author Archive for Nick Hayden – Page 24
I’ve finally entered the strange and wild world of ebooks with the publication of The Isle of Gold, a novella about a man who shipwrecks on a cursed island. Here’s a snippet: I had willingly joined the legions that dove into the unknown. The romance of this world stirs my…
Rabbith looked over the wall at the returning invaders. No one had yet broken through into the city, and Rabbith didn’t fear that changing now. Whatever rumors rattled the courage of his countrymen, he did not fear them. They had a god who fought for them? Fine. So did Rabbith…
Lady Armand, Lady McKenzie, and Mr. Troughton sat at the table, sipping their after-dinner coffee and gazing out the window. The train had entered a tremendous horseshoe curve, and the valley below was lit by heavy afternoon sun. Lady McKenzie set down her cup. “I meant to ask you: Have…
This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series The Taylor Trilogy
All right, after much delay, here’s the final installment in the Taylor Trilogy. This time I tackle “Senior Panic,” which is that sensation seniors at Taylor University get when they realize they haven’t found a spouse yet. I learned a lot making the first two movies, especially in editing, directing,…
So, after I graduated from college, my good friend Timothy Deal wanted to enter a movie in Taylor Upland’s film festival and asked me to write the script. I think I originally promised him a script in the style of Fawlty Towers, which I failed to deliver, but I came…
The alarms jerked Andrey from a deep slumber. He swam in thick memories, disoriented, the insistent drilling of the alarm dragging him to consciousness. He woke, lost, having let something slip away, something he had thought important while still asleep. He pushed the lid of his sleeping capsule open and…
Gregory peered cautiously from the hollow in which he had hidden himself. The form was obscured by his shielding of brambles, but it was certainly the woman. Even with an incomplete view, her beauty made an impression. It was like the sun sparkling on fresh snow. Only, there was…
This entry is part 1 of 24 in the series What's Left of My Life
In the fall of 2008, I was missing my old friends in the Story Project. (And by “old friends,” I mean the characters I had written during 2005 and 2006.) Inspired, I decided to start writing the journal of Britney Bontrager again. Britney Bontrager was an intelligent, stubborn, quirky, selfish, outcast of…
The man known as Luke lowered himself, groaning, into the chair they indicated. He blinked in the harsh, too-bright light of the single exposed bulb. A man in an officer’s uniform set a paper on the table and pressed it forward, setting a pen in front of Luke. “Sign it.”…
The ocean spread out calm and blue below, the sky calm and blue above. Clouds of white glided between, drifting softly with the wind. Upon a cloud small and thick lay a child, a boy of four or five. His hair was golden, his limbs fine and smooth, his cheeks…
Hiya, faithful readers! I’m just now starting to rejoin the world of the Internet after the holidays. Soon, I’ll have a steady stream of update for the website, but I thought I’d let you know what I have planned for the year and what you might be able to expect….
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