Sonny Traylor
As the 1990’s began to wind down, Sonny Traylor was becoming increasingly disillusioned with academia.  He was a disgruntled English major who couldn’t stomach one more sentence of a bloated Victorian novel or one more line of a saccharine-laced Shakespearean sonnet. 

He dropped out of college and started working as a self-employed carpenter and house painter.  It was a rash decision, but at the time, it seemed like there was a good chance the Y2K computer bug would plunge the world into total anarchy, potentially alleviating the need for sound long-term planning altogether. 

Of course, the Y2K apocalypse never happened.  So, Sonny rolled up his sleeves and continued to work hard as a tradesman.  He also found part-time employment as a longshoreman on the Port of Cleveland – a job that would inspire him to begin writing again for the first time since he left college.

The Port of Cleveland has its own folklore that’s recounted by the old-time longshoremen whenever whiskey flows in sufficient quantities to put them in a sentimental mood.  On such occasions, Sonny kept his mouth shut and listened.  Listening, he realized, was the first step to becoming a good storyteller. 

While searching for his own voice as a writer, he drew inspiration from those stories he heard in the rusty cargo holds of freighter ships, and in the dark barrooms along Cleveland’s North Shore. 

The Lake Erie Lights
By Sonny Traylor
On the lam as an accessory to murder, Roy Ingersol waives his Miranda rights and turns himself over to authorities. He’s in solitary confinement and on the verge of suicide when an enigmatic group of aliens sends salvation in the form of a genetically engineered woman who poses as Roy’s lawyer. Out of desperation, he goes along with her escape plan which requires him to project his consciousness out of his body and into a clone of himself that is waiting in a state of suspended animation somewhere on the Moon. Soon after arriving at the Lunar base, Roy can’t help but feel like a tourist who somehow got duped into attending a timeshare seminar. He’s all smiles as the alien upper crust gives their spiel about what his role is to be in their utopian society, but deep down, Roy is already planning his next jailbreak – a jailbreak that will take him across the incomprehensible vastness of the Multiverse. But no matter how far he runs, he’ll find he can never quite outrun himself.

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