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Bottom of the Funnel, 04: A Night In
That did the trick. Karmen lifted her arms and let me slide down her sweater into her lap. Read more
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WritersOct18: Big Couples
For two years, over eight contests, writers well-known and obscure have stepped up to meet the challenges of each topic (Cruel, Gentle, Unaware, Butts, &c.). Read more
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Bottom of the Funnel, 01: Twitter 2017
My desk is a mess now. Look at this, pen parts everywhere. You’d think my tiny little fingers could break into a simple plastic ring. Read more
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Bottom of the Funnel, 03: The Weekend
I climbed the thread up to my own chair and took a breather before making the final haul up to my workstation, a smartphone tethered to a hub. Read more
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The Celebrated Single-Step Press
Two massive heads emerged over the vintner’s house, dark eyes picking out the details of the countryside before each step. Read more
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Bottom of the Funnel, 02: Twitter 2018
Ceci brought in doughnuts today. She knows I can’t trot over and grab one, so she brought one to me. One doughnut-mini and one doughnut hole. Read more
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Cryptoetymology
I question myself over many topics, not least why I’m writing male masturbation fantasy when the sky is falling on my nation. Read more
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SizeCon2018
Here is my rundown of SizeCon weekend! Go get yourself some snacks and something to drink, this is going to be pretty weighty. Read more
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Writer’s Journal
There’s a certain point when a writer should keep a journal of their experiences, and like so many other things in this world, you’ll just know when that is. Read more
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Craigslist: Fairview, pt.2
Scared little man, found only in pants. Not good pants, like Ken doll pants, too big and it looks like they scratched him up. He doesn’t speak English, keeps babbling at me and I don’t know what he wants. Vegetarian or else he hates hot dogs. Read more
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WritersOct18 Evaluation: Preview
The WritersOct18 website’s up, Sept. is the sign-up period, and soon we’ll vote on the topic. Evaluation questions are posted in advance. Read more
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Final Destination
The weight of my backpack did nothing to counter the fluttering in my stomach. I felt groundless, unstable, and I waited for a gap in the streaming crowd to carry me along. The noisy, smelly, out-of-shape people swept me along to the end of the corridor, all the way to the end where Gate 42… Read more
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