Steve Lance
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You’re So Vain: Yeah, It Is About Him
Look, you can’t write a song about someone and then claim he is vain because he realizes the song is about him. That’s not vanity. That’s being aware. You drop a three-minute lyrical hit job with enough personal details that a first-year detective could figure out. Then you get mad when he connects the dots? Please. What is he supposed to think?
By Steve Lance4 months ago in Beat
Three Villains
I peered through the keyhole and saw three villains standing on my front porch. Each one looked meaner than the next. The third villain was perhaps the meanest villain I had ever seen. So mean, his mother probably didn’t even like him. Although she claimed she did.
By Steve Lance4 months ago in Fiction
Colonel Kong
YouTube Audio Version The face staring back at me in the mirror was a stranger’s. It was mine—of course—but not the person I thought I had known. His eyes… my eyes were dull and lifeless. For thirty-odd years, I had looked in this mirror and seen eyes full of energy and anticipation, wondering what the day would bring. But now, I was gazing into dark, hollow pupils, into an abyss of my own making.
By Steve Lance4 months ago in Fiction
The Ride Home. Top Story - October 2025.
YouTube Audio Version I put the top down for the ride home. I wanted to hear the engine rev up, shift gears, and rev up again. I wanted to see the tree’s branches swaying with the wind as I rode under them. I wanted to feel the cool air swirl around the car and chill the back of my neck. I wanted to smell the leaves burning. But, most of all, I wanted to clear my mind and think about what Frank had told me at work.
By Steve Lance4 months ago in Fiction
Roses
YouTube Audio Version In the early 1960s, Stanley Milgram conducted experiments to see whether people would continue to inflict painful electrical shocks if ordered to do so. This fictional story draws inspiration from that experiment. However, none of the characters or events are meant to represent what occurred.
By Steve Lance4 months ago in Fiction
Forty Days. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
Sandwiched between soaring skyscrapers stood a peculiar little second-hand shop. In its window rested a full-length mirror with an intricately carved frame. My reflection startled me. I felt haggard and worn, while the image reflected was rested, serene. For a moment my spirits lifted; perhaps it could do the same for Ellen.
By Steve Lance4 months ago in Fiction
