Wie Gehts, meine Amerikaner Freunde, Hello my American Friendsy American Friends! I am giving you a shout out, as you say, because it is hard being in a story these days– especially if it references Cicero. Perhaps, if I worked in an Old West saloon instead of a German cabaret
Check this out. I’m Jasper, Philadelphia Jasper. I’ve always been a romantic. An optimist too. But sometimes, things don’t work out the way you thought they would. You can end up feeling like a stupid fool, a discarded plaything. I’ve heard it happens more when you’
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, some people say. So is a little success. When I had my first success, as a writer, I told my own little voice to be quiet. I thought the people in my new profession must know what it takes to keep being successful.
Do you remember being eighteen? If not, because you haven’t hit the number yet, can you imagine being eighteen? Take it from me, at that age you never think you’re being reckless. You say you’re just livin’ in the moment–goin’ with the feeling. You feel something
A ‘Yooper’? I didn’t know what it meant back in Bucharest. I didn’t know a lot of things about America before I touched down in Upper Michigan–all the way from Romania. My name is Sorina and I wanted to come to America so bad, I agreed to
Software engineers are everywhere these days, and I am one. My name is Dalton. My everywhere in the story was Ann Arbor, Michigan, about fourteen years ago. In Weightlessness, I set a new standard for being dumped by interesting women. I was such an easy mark back then, but I
If you ride in my cab in Rome, you get Brooklyn savvy, I don’t charge extra for it. I’m Luigi, born and bred in Brooklyn, now chauffeuring tourists in Rome, Italy. You can spot my cab by the happy little bumblebee on the aerial. So I picked up
That’s a fair depiction of me painting, although my friend Elena thinks I’m prettier. My name is Cassidy Quinlan, half American Apache, half U.S. Cavalry. I grew up in Farmington, New Mexico. A place where you have to be half crazy if you want to be an
The waterfall, in case you’re wondering, is in Buhl, Idaho. It saved my life. Tom Butler here, normal guy, irrigation equipment salesman from Sioux City, Iowa. Could I have a love story worth telling, one worth reading too? It’s one ‘too hot not to cool down’. All you
The waterfall, in case you’re wondering, is in Buhl, Idaho. It saved my life. Tom Butler here, normal guy, irrigation equipment salesman from Sioux City, Iowa. Could I have a love story worth telling, one worth reading too? It’s one ‘too hot not to cool down’. All you
Hi Guys…and Girls who like guys, It’s me, Evan Walker, again, author, romantic optimist. You met me Len Koepsell’s short story Original Content. How did you like it? Wasn’t Percy a creep? For those of you who have not yet bought a copy of Len'
Hi, I’m Carly, It happened about fifteen years ago, in the Lahe Country of southeastern Wisconsin. Have any wild childs in your circle? My cousin, Lauren Lavina Thompson, Laurie to me, always was a wild child. I thought maybe it was because of her homelife, growing up without a
Hey Cool Kids, It took a while, but I finally decided what I wanted to be when I grew up. I gave up house painting and surfing, but it was worth it. My name is Roscoe Emerson and now I am a Certified Financial Planner. Rich people pay me to
Once upon a time, Dear Readers, Many years before you were born, after the Romans left and skedaddled back across the channel, I grew up in the land you call England. Back then we called it Brittania. My name is Emery of Westbury. I was 14 at the time, wanting
They used to introduce me as "And in the black trunks, at 235 pounds of magnificent "manstrosity", ladies, hold on to your heartstrings... heeeerrrrrrre's Granite!" Tryin' to be a pro wrestler, I chased all the preliminary matches I could, in a lot of
Some free advice for you, if you're a middle aged guy and single. Sometimes it's best to just lose yourself in your job, hopefully you have one, and be kind to people when you can. That's what I do. Me? I'm a
Where were you in 2020? I was "born" that year, when Len Koepsell published his first volume of short stories for movie mavens, or perhaps, more clearly stated, "stories for people who like movies". You can find me in the first story entitled "I'
Hey Guys, Am I right? Any guy who drives around town in an XKE like this must be successful. Right? The heart wants what the heart wants. Right? If she only understood my dream…she wouldn’t have ditched me. Right? All axioms of a young man-child trying to be
We all grew up in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, my two younger brothers and me. As a kid, I liked softball more than soccer. By middle school, I followed box-score stats of my favorite Phillies; Chase Utley and Ryan Howard. In high school, I broke a few bats, playing hardball with the
Two life-affirming stories of ordinary people in extraordinary situations. The Golden Flyswatter takes us to a retro dive bar in Santa Monica, California, where young Natalie Schoenfeldt, an ingenue from Wisconsin, gets a job cocktailing. She soon realizes that the patrons are not who they seem, and Hollywood opportunities may
My girlfriend says I should post something here about who I am in Len Koepsell’s audiobook, The Golden Flyswatter, So, here goes, dudes. Brody here, going public. You’ll meet me, twenty-five at the time, tending bar and regretting my athletic failures. I was just starting to feel good
Where would Little Red Riding Hood be without the big, bad wolf? Every story needs a bad guy, a rule breaker, a dangerous predator. In Len Koepsell’s new audiobook, The Golden Flyswatter, now on Spotify, that, I’m happy to say, would be me, Roman Destino. I’m the
My name is Jeremy Lanton. Please allow me to introduce myself. I’ve been a cellist with the Santa Monica Symphony. I was asked to join by special invitation, since I’m a foreigner, from France. After moving to the area, I also picked up a few private students on
Don’t read this if you’re under fifty. Everybody gets old. All you seniors out there know that. When my wife Sarah died, I thought I might as well die too. We’d been married for thirty-one years. Met her in ’46 and married her five years later. We
Hey, you wayward souls out there. What’s up? Don’t know your names, but if you’re reading this, I’m thinkin’ maybe you enjoy hearing about the troubles of others. Or, maybe you just enjoy a good story. Either way, here’s my tease. I always hated the
Remember the first boy you kissed? I do. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I was fifteen. He was a senior. I wanted to grow up fast, but before I knew it, he was gone, moved away. I barely had a chance to say goodbye. Len Koepsell’
Did you ever try to help somebody out and find out later you were really helping out yourself? It’s funny how sometimes one thing leads to another. Yeah I know, lending a hand can lead to something bad, but sometimes it can lead to something good. Anyway, I was
Hey it’s Vic here again from Len Koepsell’s novel, Three Strikes, You’re Dead with some parting thoughts for you divorced people out there. So you made a mistake. So someone did you wrong. Ready for a story about getting it right the next time? In Three Strikes,
When you finish reading Len Koepsell’s novel, Three Strikes, You’re Dead, I’ll still be down here in Cartagena, Columbia, making things right but never talking about it. I can’t tell you my real name. It’s about my reputation as a doctor here in Cartagena, Columbia.
If you’re a baseball fan you probably have heard of Mr. Rentaria. I’m Diego León in Len Koepsell’s novel Three Strikes, You’re Dead. I’m a crew chief umpire for the Winter League here in Colombia. I’m also what you’d call an in-country babysitter
Hey there, macho gringo guy. If you make it to my part of Len Koepsell’s novel, Three Strikes, You’re Dead, you’ll see me in action. My name is Nadia. I’m a very discreet, private escort. I’m doing it to earn money to get into modeling.
I couldn’t throw heaters in the 90’s and my control sucked. We’re talkin’ baseball. I grew up in southern Cali, wanting to be a pitcher like Don Sutton, but I wasn’t good enough. What could a Chinese teenager growing up in southern California do to stay
We all grew up in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, my two younger brothers and me. As a kid, I liked softball more than soccer. By middle school, I followed box-score stats of my favorite Phillies; Chase Utley and Ryan Howard. In high school, I broke a few bats, playing hardball with the
You haven’t met anyone like me, not if you haven’t bought a used car off a lot in a small town, if you haven’t walked into a backwater radio station and hung out with the DJ while he’s spinning 45s, if you haven’t argued pitches
You go through school thinking you’ll grow up to be something, something you always wanted to be. Then life hits you and wow, you end up being something completely different. Hey, I’m Whitney, Whitney Westin. I’m happy to be reaching out to you from the pages of
