The Author, Roger Arsht
Roger Arsht is a former high school language arts teacher who has been writing professionally for the past eight years. His work tends to be dark, mysterious, and cynical and often prompts the reader to explore what is really sinister in our society. Sports corruption, fame-whoring, privacy exploitation, and unlikely vigilantes are some of the elements in his thrilling novels and short stories.
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Tommy, Johnny, and Bumble - Charlize Dunaway
Bumble Bartleby Burroughs had just walked into the barbershop when Tommy and Johnny started firing questions at him. “Bumble, I was just telling Johnny that ‘The Godfather’ is the greatest movie ever made…
Tommy and Johnny – Bumble Bartleby Burroughs
Johnny Perkins leaned across the ancient checkerboard and whispered to Tommy ‘Big Nose’ McQueen. “Something doesn’t smell right. There’s a man mumbling to himself in the corner. Who’s that?”
The Pickup guy
I became fascinated with Gordon Myring only after a conversation with Jeffrey Zaslow. I had invited Jeffrey to come to Park City High School to share with my students what he had learned from Randy Pausch, the late Carnegie-Mellon Professor. Jeffrey and Randy had co-authored…
Hungover
Dan Kotler and Joanne Bloom were sharing their morning cup of coffee at Pete’s Coffee Shop when they overheard a conversation at the next table. A young couple thought they were speaking softly enough so that the two octogenarians couldn’t hear them. They were wrong.
Dog Knows best
On November 29th, 2020, Robert Hatton and Hyrum Smith appeared before Judge Jeffrey Blackmun. The Bailiff, Rose Atwater, was asked to read the charges. “Your Honor, Mr. Hatton is suing Mr. Smith for assault, emotional distress, reimbursement of medical costs, and loss of income.”
Tommy and Johnny: The Houston Astros
“It’s your move.” Johnny Perkins said to his friend Tommy “Big Nose” McQueen. Tommy didn’t have a big nose. He got his nickname because every discussion in Peterson’s Barbershop began with the phrase ‘something doesn’t smell right.’
the circus is in town
It was a hot and sticky June evening when Peggy Abbott slid through the second-floor window of her bedroom, climbed down the trellis, and leapt the last four feet to the soft grass of the backyard. She felt for her bike in the darkness. It was leaning against the fence…