Articles by Michael Price

Short

Michael Price received his BA in Theater from the University of Minnesota in 1980 and has been writing fiction, primarily as a source of self entertainment, ever since. He performed his own one-man one-act play at the 2011 Minnesota Fringe Festival to considerable critical acclaim, has had a number of his short stories published in 2012, and recently finished his first novel, "Serpentine."

Now there's a kid who knows how to take care of his toys!

An atheist will tell you that there isn't any such thing as "Pearly Gates" -- so why be wary of what's on the other side of any door?

Who is that clever, handsome, rich -- and don't forget HOTT chappie over there? Yes, that one -- the one watching himself in the reflections of the window...

Let's take some time for culture. This way to the Museum of Muscle and Money...

We all start out in the dark, barely able to look around and see what we've got stored in there...

"...adjective: related or joined in spirit..."

A child is told that Authority comes from Heaven, and that Authority comes from the head of the family. Think about it.

...And everyone was there, in that place where everyone is remembered, everyone is celebrated, and everyone is about three sheets to the wind...

The clouds have moved in, time to sit by the window and ask the host which bottle is special today...

The adrenaline high, the pounding rhythm of footfalls, and the oh-so-glorious feeling of putting more and more air between you and your pursuers...

Bringing Death as a guest to every task isn't looked upon the best way to live your life, for who knows when Death will follow you home from the job?

You get them when you wake up at 3:45 AM and they just crawl all over you...

It's never too late to go back to school...

Change is inevitable. But at the pinnacle of the perfect summer, changes aren't always what you think they'll be...

Just me, you, and the elephant in the room...cozy, isn't it?

Your fingers itch to be moving, your brain bulges with mental momentum, and there's that white screen staring you down...

You think you know him, have known him all his life...but what he has done in the world isn't half of what the world has done to him...

I'm betting the shoelaces thing is true...

It was a bad idea to start with, but it turned out to be...much worse...

Still want your credential, do you?

If only he'd kept his temper, the store wouldn't have been closed...

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts..." -- Shakespeare

Sometimes the Great Chasm that divides us makes it easier to communicate, after all...

He's got the floor -- so to speak -- and it's time for him to tell all...

Can you say ... "Automatic?"

This is Michael Price's last work to appear in the Piker Press. Mike died unexpectedly on February 12, 2016, and will be sorely missed.

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