Richard Jones Writes

I was born and raised in Kingston, Ontario, and have since worked as a soldier, consultant, businessman, and quality expert. It's a career path that makes perfect sense if you don't think about it too hard. I am also, by long and dedicated practice, a dreadful golfer.

When I was in grade 8 I wrote a story called "8A in LA." The jist of it was that my class (class 8A, hence the title) somehow shared a billion-dollar lottery winner and all moved to Los Angeles, where some of us started getting murdered, and a buddy and I went on a fantastically violent adventure to find and stop the killer, who turned out to be my teacher, Mr. Julian, and we killed him. If a kid wrote a story like that today they'd send him to a nuthouse. In 1984, Mr. Julian laughed until tears soaked his desk, and gave me an A+. He kept a copy of it. Times have changed. It was the best story ever written by a human.

Well, for the last two years, I've been back at it. Short stories in every genre under the sun. Novels too, on the way in 2027. The novels, so far, are upmarket fiction.

My stories have appeared in Freedom Fiction, Literally Stories, Defenestration, Fiction on the Web, Red River Review, and The Colored Lens, and one of them won a Reedsy short story contest, a fact I will be mentioning at parties for the foreseeable future.

I live in Burlington, Ontario, with my kid and a really demanding cat.

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