Ryan E. Felton

  • An Alan Smithee Joint

    An Alan Smithee Joint Ryan Everett Felton                 As press junkets go, this one was just anemic, Val thought. She’d been to smart phone video game tournaments, e-zine release parties, hell – even a Brad Garrett book signing with higher attendances. Judging by the other half-dozen reporters’ attire…

  • Facebook Apology to William Fuller, ca. 2012

    Facebook Apology to William Fuller, ca. 2012 Ryan Everett Felton           Billy,           It’s nearly twenty years overdue, but my therapist and I feel that I owe you an apology, and it’s all to do with the monkey I brought into Mrs. Stockholm’s class, back in fourth…

  • A Routine

    A Routine Ryan Everett Felton           One.           Two.           Three.           I shift the car from park to drive the requisite number of times. I count along in my head, as the ritual demands.        …

  • Her Perplexed Words

    Her Perplexed Words Ryan Everett Felton             After a long day at the library, sweet old Ms. Goodson was somewhat dismayed to find her front door obstructed by a stray sphinx, curled up and napping on her welcome mat.             “Oh, wonderful,” she said. Hitching her purse up her shoulder, she lifted a dainty foot…

  • The Humble Derby

    The Humble Derby Ryan Everett Felton           Tammy Reuben’s cowboy hat was too big for her head, but to her mind this had a slimming effect and so she kept it on – although it impeded her vision while exploring the fairgrounds. Half-blinded, she bumped into a dozen folks on her way to the event…