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Duchess and the Anecdote

They come from miles around, my characters do, traveling the great distance from the fringes of my minds eye, some even making the long and…

Maurine, Maureen, Part 1

Maurine didn’t think of herself as a narcissist, who would, really, unless someone went out of their way to point the possibility out; which is…

Fending Off Them Pesky Writing Demons

There will be days, despite all the brilliant advice you’ve collected up to this point and your very best intentions, when you will not be able…

Busker For The Dead (Part 1)

I don’t have that look. Some people do, but I’m not so lucky. I don’t look like my profession. I’m a busker. Don’t laugh, it’s a living. Problem is, when…

Tiny Stories: The Million Dollar Choice

On the table in front of her sat an open attache case filled with twelve stacks of $100 dollar bills, eighty-three used and non-sequential…

Tiny Stories: Muse For Sale

WRITER’S MUSE FOR SALE: Well-worn around the edges. Ridden hard and hung up wet. Can handle whining insecurities. Willing to trade for a large meat lovers pizza and a domestic 6-pack.

Tiny Stories: The Madd Carnival

In the month that shares its root with the octopus, where the days are flush with falling leaves and chilly weather, winds through tree branches scream…

Tiny Stories: When Death Offers Hope

I try to will my wife awake, hoping that she might collect the children and get them safely out of the house while I somehow distract this spirit…

Home, At Long Last

I say, “Hi, Mom,” and the word Mom feels distant, like I understand what the word means but the direct connection with it has faded and…

Tiny Stories: Entropy Be My Name

I serenaded the twilight every night, luring stars close enough to be plucked from the sky, one by one, and I saved their beauty in my clutch bag…

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