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Tina

Tina filled two glasses with Sangria. She handed one to her guest, then leaned back against the refrigerator as she gulped the other. “So I’m walking down the sidewalk last summer and this drunk staggers up, grabs my shoulder and … Continue reading

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What Does Your Character Like on His Pizza?

This afternoon, a member of my writing group (ok, not my group, by I do belong to it) posted a question for the other members: What would your main character order on his/her pizza? My first thought was ‘what a … Continue reading

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It Always Comes Back to Mother (A Monologue)

Tommy hit the pause button on the remote and looked at his friend. “You wanna know why I can’t keep a girlfriend? Ask my mom.” He picked up his beer and took a drink. “Lemme tell you something. When I … Continue reading

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Bob (Work in Progress)

Bob wiped the remaining shaving cream from his face and leaned in towards the mirror. He studied his cheeks, which remained their youthful chubbiness well into adulthood. His greying hair was thinning. Eyes which had once drawn compliments for their … Continue reading

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Writing For Story (Quick and Dirty Book Review)

Full title: ‘Writing For Story – Craft Secret of Dramatic Nonfiction by a Two-Time Pulitzer Prize Winner,’ by Jon Franklin I bought this as a textbook for a college journalism class almost 30 years ago. I finally read it front … Continue reading

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Microfiction

A bow festively pinned to his shirt, Chester lay under the tree and put a gun to his head. Merry Christmas, baby.

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Somewhere in the Desert, on the Way to Needles (flash fiction)

I rest my cheek against the cold Greyhound window and stare into the Mojave night. Cacti and yuccas roll past, crisply outlined in the starlight. The bus rumbles steadily east, and vibrations make their way up from the road through … Continue reading

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