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The Fall
People watched me. I could feel their eyes and the under the breath sarcasm. “What a disaster. What a mess.” those were the nicer things I imagined. Were those words about the broken… more →
Short Circuits
A Long-Awaited Break
wrote 1 month ago: It’s the Easter weekend this weekend and I’m so happy – it couldn’t've come … more →
Short Story Sundays?
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wrote 1 month ago: I think dedicating every weekend (or the other) to writing a short story would be a great idea. I al … more →
Being Anonymous
wrote 2 months ago: It’s interesting to watch how people react differently to the same stimulus when administered … more →
I Need Something
wrote 3 months ago: ‘I need something.’ ‘Yes, what?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Bu … more →
Void
wrote 3 months ago: This film is beautifully heart-breaking. I don’t know which of my passions will ever fill the … more →
The Fall
wrote 1 year ago: People watched me. I could feel their eyes and the under the breath sarcasm. “What a disaste … more →
Through the Grey
wrote 1 year ago: The colors of the holidays could not dispel the grey in her soul. Two that she loved had passed dur … more →
Update
wrote 1 year ago: Quick update, I’ve thought up a nice storyline for a short story and I’ve written down t … more →
Surgery
wrote 1 year ago: I need a jackhammer, a surgical blade, a couple of razors and a truckload of anti-Procrastinants. … more →
Fade to Black
wrote 1 year ago: She finished the painting and stood in the middle of the room gazing at … more →
Back At Me, Full Square Circle
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wrote 1 year ago: I need an outlet for all these thoughts inside my head, but I need to be careful. Superheated steam, … more →
When What's Left Becomes Your Right
wrote 1 year ago: Anger, frustration, desperation, rage, fury, impulse – I really need to keep these in check. A … more →
The Hunters
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wrote 1 year ago: The old man stood under the pines, just at the edge of the field. A fine hint of cool fog blew acro … more →
109 Stories.
wrote 2 years ago: The lower the elevator fell, the fewer words were spoken. She had begun the fight on the 109 floor … more →
The Flame
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wrote 2 years ago: When I was a small child, lighting a candle was something done with the help of a nun. As I recall, … more →
Ole Man
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wrote 2 years ago: Every morning…Slab of home-cured country ham, left from the night before hardtack biscuits (wi … more →
First Meeting
wrote 2 years ago: “Dumb ole girl, it’s just the ocean”. What’s the matter, you never seen the … more →
The Omniscient
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wrote 2 years ago: She had hidden them well or so she thought: deep in the dark confines of the closet where no … more →
Wine for two.
wrote 2 years ago: Her shoulders were as smooth as cannoli cream and against the ebony of her dress their vanilla lumin … more →
