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Meanwhile...: February 2015
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Thursday, February 26, 2015. Once the books are read, we split into two groups. My wife hangs out with our two year old in the living room while I head back to the girls room with my four year old for one more book. We figure that they can never get enough books and love making the time for them since they love them so much. Lastly, after I read one book, I tell my daughter a Swan Boat Story. Last night, as we were chatting, she interrupted me. I thought it was Mommy, but it wasn't.". Thankfully, my wife...
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Meanwhile...: Soyokaze Stories: Incorporeal Reflection (from my NRAIL blog)
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Thursday, October 30, 2014. Soyokaze Stories: Incorporeal Reflection (from my NRAIL blog). HALLOWEEN, Shizuka Japan, 1989. Akiyama Akane steered the group through the crowd in an effort to make her way closer to some of the photographers in the area while her two friends followed close behind. Her Father’s whiskey was still coursing through them as the surrounded another unsuspecting soul with a camera. They loved posing and made a sport of it from time to time. 8220;And again, Shigeko lives up to her na...
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Meanwhile...: December 2012
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Wednesday, December 19, 2012. She sipped at her drink as the rain beat against the window. Streaks of light ran over the wall and she let herself get lost in them for a moment. Her life was turning into a massive cliché right before her very eyes – a woman alone, drunk and maudlin as rain falls from the dark sky. She rolled her head to the side and made eye contact with her dog. She drained her glass and slid it onto the table before her. 8221; She smelled the tan sticks in her hand. Her eyes rolled&...
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Meanwhile...: April 2010
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Thursday, April 08, 2010. As I sit and stare out the window at the glorious pacific and the warm breeze slips over my skin, I can't stop smiling. The Ink Spots sing about a lazy river and I get it. I understand the feeling. I stretch out and wiggle my toes as I bask in the glory of the old tune. Blue skies up above, everyone's in love. Up a lazy river, how happy you could be. Up a lazy river with me. 8221; I giggle and sip my vodka up with a twist. I'm the pacific waves dancing in the last light of day.
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Meanwhile...: Paper Moon
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010. 8220;Yes, it's only a canvas sky. Hanging over a muslin tree. But it wouldn't be make-believe. If you believed in me. It's a honky-tonk parade. It's a melody played in a penny arcade”. It's Only A Paper Moon. 8220;Are you serious this time or it this another ploy? I mean, I'm not going to stay if you're just putting me on again. I can't take it no more.”. Stuck in this closet of a room didn't leave a lot of options. Somewhere down the hall dancers chatter in the glow of the clu...
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Meanwhile...: Read'N'Dash Fiction: How's The Whiskey?
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Thursday, March 04, 2010. Read'N'Dash Fiction: How's The Whiskey? I'm not even sure you'll remember any of this. Not that it matters in the slightest.". The voice drifted out of nowhere and rang through him like an alarm in the cold of morning. He opened his eyes and stared at the man before him blankly. He tried to get his bearings. Figure out where he was and who this man before him was. It just gets worse from here, you know? The voice. "Top of the stairs. First door on the right.". He reached the bat...
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Meanwhile...: The Night Crashed Down
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Sunday, July 17, 2011. The Night Crashed Down. The night seemed to crash down around the small truck once Roger passed the main gate and began the long assentation to the main house. The trees pushed in around the road on both sides and their leaves blocked out what little light the moon provided. He flicked the high beams into play and pressed on in the little Toyota. A shiver ran down his spine. He dreaded this run. Oh, come the on, man. It? Roger stepped inside and heard the door click shut behind him.
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Meanwhile...: October 2014
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Thursday, October 30, 2014. Soyokaze Stories: Incorporeal Reflection (from my NRAIL blog). HALLOWEEN, Shizuka Japan, 1989. Akiyama Akane steered the group through the crowd in an effort to make her way closer to some of the photographers in the area while her two friends followed close behind. Her Father’s whiskey was still coursing through them as the surrounded another unsuspecting soul with a camera. They loved posing and made a sport of it from time to time. 8220;And again, Shigeko lives up to her na...
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Meanwhile...: February 2010
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Friday, February 05, 2010. Read'N'Dash Fiction: Has she been arrived? The bald man slips his hands into his pockets. He scans the hustle and bustle in the office area, resigned to wait as long as it takes to get things sorted. He glances at the posted sign again with a sly smile sneaking across his face. We're in the process of switching over to a computer system. Thank you for your patience. 8220;She's already been arrived? 8221; The bird woman scowls. The bald man is sure her voice is higher when she s...
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Meanwhile...: June 2009
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Saturday, June 27, 2009. 8211; 30-something, slightly awkward, sharp dresser and leaning towards the hot teacher look that is popular with the kids these days. She is a lawyer and very good at it, but has a passion for the sublime. Cars pass as they would any other day. Their wheels roll over the hot, black asphalt as the sun gleams down from the sky all fire and light. Passing and passing again, they carry their occupants hither and thither. Hither and thither. Hot metal, oil and fuel. She bumps directl...