1) I need to share Undersquid’s amazing size-fiction short story with anyone who reads me. You’ve got to follow her work on principle because she’s a gifted, powerful writer who occasionally outdoes herself with stuff like this. 2) I’ve never used the reblog function and want to see how it works.

Hug the Undersquid


Some of my ideas for vignettes are sparked by Tweeter discussions. At some point near the end of last year, I not only decided to write more but to keep better track of my writing ideas with notes, screen caps, sketches, whatever it takes to solidify my story ideas long enough to get them written. It’s working very well. The following is an example of that, and the idea originated from this.

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She entered the confessional and sat down, wrinkling her nose at the heavy perfume from the previous occupant, an older woman that had taken twenty minutes to spell out her every transgression. The line behind her was mostly, if not entirely, composed of women. There was something inexplicable about Father O’Riordan that inspired trust. Something about his voice that made her tell him everything, the way she’d been doing for a few weeks now.

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