Hey everybody, Whenever I publish a new chapter on a Saturday morning here in Ireland and begin to see all the comments rolling in from countries all over the world and in a host of different languages, it never fails to amaze me. Because when I started writing the very...
JoinedMay 31, 2021
Articles167
Comments1228
“Alright, kid, let me see one more tight draw with Arnold, and then we’ll move on to the driver.” Hearing Ray’s order, Mustang pulled another ball out from the pile alongside him and carefully positioned it at the edge of the neatly excavated row of divots he’d exhumed thus far...
Hey everybody, Well, winter is coming (and, no, that isn’t an outdated ‘Game of Thrones’ reference, merely a description of fact) and with that means chilly morning rounds on dew-soaked, soggy golf courses where the only guarantee is that come the 18th you’ll be cold – like, really cold. Luckily...
As word of his last-minute withdrawal spread like wildfire across all four tightly-mown corners of Seminole, Fletcher’s plan to hijack the opening session of the Walker Cup had gone off without a hitch. No matter where you went during the foursomes, the one name on everyone’s lips was ‘Fletcher Rhodes’....
“Is that right?” said Byron, doing well to not sound in the least bit frazzled in the face of this obvious ambush. “And what might that be?” “Oh, it’s nothin’, really,” answered Fletcher, his mood flipping from deathly serious to oddly relaxed with an eerie amount of ease. “Just a...
Once the mayhem of Sunday night gave way to the peace and quiet of sunrise early Monday morning, ‘Walker Cup Week’ had officially begun in Florida – and Mustang, for one, was glad of the distraction. Of course, the trips out to Seminole each day were a touch awkward, what...
“Oh, hey there, Fletcher!” said Conrad, hoping an overzealous display of confidence would mask his obvious consternation at having his little get-together rumbled. “You’re out late, aren’t you?!” “I could say the same about you,” replied Fletcher, his eyes slowly scanning the scene in front of him as he stepped...
Though the temperature outside the Breakers was still pleasantly mild despite the late hour, with the height of adrenaline still coursing through his system following the abduction, Mustang couldn’t help but shiver as he sat on the rear seat of the golf cart he’d been loaded onto a few minutes...
MUSTANG II: MASTER PAGE Written & Created by Stephen F. Moloney Hey everybody, After getting a suggestion from some readers, I’ve decided to create this ‘Master Page’ containing links to all of the chapters there have been, thus far, in the second book, “MUSTANG II”. This is just a tool...
MUSTANG I: MASTER PAGE Written & Created by Stephen F. Moloney Hey everybody, After getting a suggestion from some readers, I’ve decided to create this ‘Master Page’ containing links to all of the chapters of the first book, “MUSTANG I”, to make it easier to read back over the first...
Having heard the required beep, Mustang yanked his keycard out of the lock, pulled down the handle, and opened back the door to his room. “Holy cow!” he exclaimed, nearly tripping over his jaw as he walked hesitantly inside. “No way this is where I’m staying!” But there was no...
In recent months, Mustang has exploded, with more and more readers discovering the story with each day that passes. And what this explosion, in turn, has created, is one of the fastest-growing factions in the literary world. A faction with members spread across all four corners of the globe. A...