by pod | May 1, 2026 | Signal Drift
The BMW GS was a six-hundred-pound anchor of matte-black German steel, and right now, it was trying to pull Cronauer into a limestone grave. He had killed the engine at the crest of the bluff, the sudden silence of the Driftless night rushing in to replace the boxer...
by pod | Apr 24, 2026 | The Prince of Darkness Chronicles
Friday was supposed to be a washout. I looked at the forecast, saw the threat of rain, and did the responsible thing: I scheduled the bus. I was prepared for a soggy, logistical nightmare to get to my 2:00 PM X-ray appointment. Apparently, Mother Nature decided to get...
by pod | Apr 24, 2026 | The Prince of Darkness Chronicles
I have a routine. I fall asleep to the comforting drone of a TV or an audiobook. It’s a delicate ecosystem. But the other night, the system collapsed. I must have performed some kind of high-stakes wrestling move in my sleep because I woke up to a television that had...
by pod | Apr 24, 2026 | Signal Drift
The green-tinted world of the PVS-14s flickered as a secondary flare ignited somewhere near the Coon Valley bridge. The smell hit Cronauer before the visual did—a sickening mix of spilled diesel, ozone, and the sour, heavy scent of wasted milk. He was parallel to the...
by pod | Apr 23, 2026 | Website Social Media & Programming Info
Let’s be honest: for a while now, the header on the Rolling with Scissors website has pissed me the hell off. It was a bloated, oversized monolith of a thing. It was basically the digital equivalent of a billboard blocking your view of the road—you had to pack a lunch...
