Ryan E. Felton

  • Doctor Kenworthy’s Jell-O Girl

    At some point the orderlies had had to tranquilize Ameer. Not that he remembered the struggle—yanking tubes from his arms, attempting to bust his leg cast with a bedpan. Letting the Get Well Soon balloons out the window. Days later he awoke in his lumpy recovery bed for the second time. He whispered now what…

  • Now Available: The Man Who Ran for God

    My novel, The Man Who Ran for God, is now available for purchase. This story was born here on this blog, posted in first-draft increments for the better part of 2017. Now it’s been edited, rewritten, and improved in a published form. Enjoy—and remember, Amazon reviews are always helpful and always appreciated! —R

  • The Man Who Ran for God (pt. 13)

    IV. My Mouth Will Tell of Your Righteous Acts THE GOD WE DESERVE IS JUST A MAN by Mary Jetson When I ask Gideon Dodd, 42, why he wants to be God, his eyes glaze over in that way many would assume means he’s staring straight through them, cooking up some diplomatic, sound bite-ready answer.…

  • The Man Who Ran for God (pt. 11)

    XIV. …And Be Content with What You Have Three years before the Tanzania affair, Gideon Dodd thanked the man at the hardware store as he dropped two copies of a key into the preacher’s hand. He paid for the discounted wood scraps in his cart — they’d make nice whittling — and turned onto the…

  • The Man Who Ran for God (pt. 10)

    VII. Therefore My Harp Is Tuned to Mourning “Who died?” In America, five years before Gideon Dodd would don the very same outfit to honor his deceased wife, he straightened a black tie and practiced a somber punim in the mirror of his grandiose dressing room. A woman at the mahogany door spoke to him…

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