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Writing Exercise: the Stranger
I hate these clubs, I hate these clubs, I hate these clubs. “Sure, sweetie. I’ll be right here. Huh? Whatever you’re having.” That’s right, set me on the carpeted Habitrail platform, go trot off into the crowd of giants, and maybe I’ll see you in five or forty minutes. Read more
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Writing Exercise: Telling It Slant
“Oh, you don’t know how it is out here, out of the fancy city with all those self-driving cars and nonsense. Are you really happy out there? Aren’t you lonely?” Read more
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Breaking the Fast
“Everything okay, sweetie?” he hollered up to her. He asked again, getting only a distracted ‘yeah, sure’ in response, watching her turn away… Read more
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Commandeered!
She shucked her over-sized shoulder bag and dumped its contents onto the floor. In the middle of this hoard lay a young man, dazed and disoriented. Read more
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“Let’s Go Home, Sweetheart”
“Hasn’t this been just the loveliest day, sweetie?” She grinned warmly at the little man in her palm. “We’ve gone out and seen so much, made so many wonderful memories.” Read more
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Vale Starkaðr!
I’m terribly thrilled to have done my first intentional collaboration with an artist. Read more
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Petia the Witch, pt. 3
The wind blew cold and dry at Petia’s jacket as her boots picked their way across lumps of field. Read more
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Mild Fun with Figurines
These little people are posed like they’re extras in a ’50s B-movie horror flick. Read more
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Writing Exercise: Points of View
A huge brown men’s Oxford shoe, as large as four or five cars, slammed into Vanderbilt Ave. Read more
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Downsizing, pt 0
“You are so cute, too,” she said, in a quieter tone, as though she were responding to a conversation in her head. Read more
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Writing Exercise: The Old Woman
She’d rarely noticed the sun, except for the shapely shadow she cast, looming over the village of tiny people. Read more
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The Gong-Farmers
The knight swung his sword overhead in flashing arcs. “I’m on a quest to dispatch the ugly giants around here!” Read more
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