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Archive for the ‘Fiction’ Category
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A Stranger’s Advice
My ears were ringing with what you whispered just before I let you out. As soon as the door closed, I backed out of the driveway out into the street, knocking over the garbage cans that sat empty on the …
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Raking Leaves
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The smell of burning leaves permeated the afternoon air. I sat sipping warm cider, smelling the stench of rubber being made as it mingled with the burning of the leaves in the neighborhood. The ash from my cigarette fell onto
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Waiting
I’ve been busy getting marcmoss.net online, selling art, preparing for the next art show, making new art. Haven’t written anything in a while. Today’s post comes from a guest writer.Thank you, Armywife….The photo is a self portrait, taken in
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Burning Bridges
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I crumpled the empty cigarette pack and left it there on the table. Roger produced a fresh pack from his jacket pocket, tore the cellophane off and shook one out for me, patting his pockets for fire.My Zippo was back
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Bar Fight
Bar Fight
The pool cue felt heavy in my hand and I knew I had chosen well. I let the chalk nuzzle the tip of the cue, then blew on the tip. I chalked my hands on the spool near …
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Story Ideas – Vote
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I’ve been pretty busy with werk lately. Took an extra shift at the bar this weekend, so I’ve slept very little, so I’ve had limited time to write, but wanted to get something out there. Posting a writing exercise I
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Kade and Lina
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Lina hid coyly when Kade arrived in his truck to take her home. She’d spent all afternoon with us and had said very little. I was not surprised, as I sat in the rocking chair on the porch, (badly in
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Spring Flight
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Sunlight glinted brightly off the wing of the plane. Passing over the Rocky Mountains, I could see the ugly cuts of road made in the forests by the logging companies. The Blackfoot River snaked lazily beneath me, and clouds hovered
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Red Hat on Lampshade on Box
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It had been almost thirty hours since he had slept. He stared at the brown cardbord box without really seeing it. The computer on which he had been working had arrived in the box. There was no furniture in his