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March 2015 – Old Shoe Press
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039;The Rich Man's Troupe' at Icebox Joural. The Life of a Soda Bubble. Do-it-all vs. Know-it-all. March 29, 2015. January 23, 2016. Leave a comment on X-Ray Vision. 8220;Here, read this. Forty-two words.”. 8220;Okay…” She reads. “I like it, but I don’t get where it says ‘explicably’.”. 8220;I meant ‘inexplicably.'”. 8220;Oh.”. 8220;Did you get that it’s at a hospital? No…” She reads again. “His leg is missing? 8220;Yeah.”. March 28, 2015. January 23, 2016. Leave a comment on First Draft. Or it with me.
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The Science in Science Fiction | WizendTurnip Press
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The Bottom of the Rabbit Hole. The Science in Science Fiction. July 16, 2015. But this is what science fiction is about; it is a series of predictions we make about how human civilization will look as it advances. As a science fiction writer, I’m constantly wrestling with what is known and unknown. Luckily, we can turn to science to make writing about these predictions easier. Arthur C. Clarke once wrote,. From → Uncategorized. Jason M. Spurlock. I’m glad to have been of service! A great blog. You ha...
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Mr. Peta and the Banker | Tobias Haglund
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Who is this guy? Mr Peta and the Banker. Mr Peta Mr. Peta! My secretary let Mr. Valentine – a silver haired banker, a guy to count on in Finance, who started off selling calculators, another thing to count on in Finance into my room. His Hawaiian shirt camouflaged well with my oriental rug. A rug I got playing dice in Barbados. Not from winning the game, but from a lady at my side. I promised her I’d play it nice. That’s what I said. Mr Valentine sat down and I shoved. I need your help. I’ll bring a mop.
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Cohabitation | Fictional Kevin
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Cigar Fueled Creative Writing. Resurrection – Read the Book. July 19, 2015. It was unsightly, but not so much that people thought the Host deformed. “His hair looks funny” they would say and leave it at that. A curious comb-over. A consistently bad coif. Nothing more. But it was more. Much more. He was alive. He was conscious. He had a purpose, a mission. He enjoyed the notoriety. As he sat now, perched atop the puffy head and paunchy body, he was satisfied. Just another rotation around this planet&#...
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The Beaten Way – Old Shoe Press
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039;The Rich Man's Troupe' at Icebox Joural. Do-it-all vs. Know-it-all. The Life of a Soda Bubble. We mixed it with coke and read aloud the only play we had with two copies. “Thrift, Horatio! 8221; “To a nunnery, go! 8221; We stumbled, spake, drew swords. Morning found retched scrambled eggs on my bedroom rug. No method in it but friendship. March 4, 2015. January 23, 2016. 3 thoughts on “The Beaten Way”. Jennifer G. Knoblock. March 5, 2015 at 4:56 am. Liked by 1 person. March 5, 2015 at 11:08 am. Now, h...
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July 2015 – Old Shoe Press
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039;The Rich Man's Troupe' at Icebox Joural. Do-it-all vs. Know-it-all. The Life of a Soda Bubble. Teardrops of meat hugged by rinds of crispy, salty fat.”. 8220;Quiet.”. 8220;Watercress tossed in balsamic mustard dressing. Cherry tomatoes, avocado, crumbled feta cheese and candied pecans.”. 8220;Oh, lord…”. 8220;A spicy Tempranillo…”. 8220;Shut up and eat your ramen. This isn’t helping.”. July 12, 2015. January 23, 2016. Leave a comment on The Menu. Blog at WordPress.com. Poems, Stories, Satire and Humor.
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April 2015 – Old Shoe Press
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039;The Rich Man's Troupe' at Icebox Joural. The Life of a Soda Bubble. Do-it-all vs. Know-it-all. 8220;Let me tell you a story.”. The girl stared at the ceiling, and as her father sat on the edge of the bed she scooted back to keep her distance. She sighed meaningfully while her father began talking. April 25, 2015. January 23, 2016. Leave a comment on Cheaters. A little space here. Which I have walked into. Where love resides but lies hidden,. Gathers dust. A quiet space. Where love resides but relaxes.
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The Life of a Soda Bubble – Old Shoe Press
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039;The Rich Man's Troupe' at Icebox Joural. Do-it-all vs. Know-it-all. The Life of a Soda Bubble. The Life of a Soda Bubble. I’m not one of those that come in a string-of-pearls line from a magical pinpoint at the bottom of an aluminum can or iced glass. I made it all the way to the stomach, and that’s where the real adventure is. January 17, 2015. January 23, 2016. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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My Old Hands – Old Shoe Press
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039;The Rich Man's Troupe' at Icebox Joural. The Life of a Soda Bubble. Do-it-all vs. Know-it-all. I will recall this fantasy, experience it once again, be ravished by it. My head will tilt further back until my neck aches. And I will suddenly straighten up and open my eyes, and who will be standing there looking at me when my eyes open? February 15, 2015. January 23, 2016. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Jason M. Spurlock.
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Life Is Fleeting: A Short Story – Maggie Rayne
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July 21, 2015. Life Is Fleeting: A Short Story. My mother’s uneasy breath sounded throughout the room. My sister, Elwen, sat on a small chair in the corner of the room. She was asleep. My mother stirred. I was seated next to her bed, watching over her. We knew she didn’t have long. She wheezed and turned to face me, her face deathly pale. Quineth, stop those tears. We knew this day was coming. I looked down and shook my head. My mother grabbed my face and turned me to face her. I promise, mother. She...