A few years back, when a ridiculous man jumped out of an Olympic crowd and tackled the guy who was running a marathon, the germ of an idea was planted. That year, as a joke, I started writing a story, sending out a bit in e-mail to my buddy Thomas Sullivan every day - and to a few select others. What came of that initial outing was the tale: Mephistopheles Doufis and the Bearer of Bad Shoes. That coincided with the last Summer Olympics. When the winter Olympics rolled around, I wrote a second tale of this young athlete from the non-extant country of Rozinia: Mephistopheles Doufis and the Final Flight of Hawk, the Lugee. There is a third tale, not quite done: Mephistopheles Doufis and the Misty Water Colored Memoir. Anyway, I haven’t yet decided what, if anything I’ll ever do with these, but I’m going to present them here for now in the hope of bringing a good laugh to a few people.

I will get them up and linked here as soon as possible!

-DNW