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Continued from Parts 1-10 Amanda glanced at the back seat. Michael’s face had some color back, and he took deep, even breaths. She looked back to the road before her. Although the rain had stopped, the pavement remained wet with puddles glaring in...

10 February 2009 | 7:00 am |

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When It Rains…

…it pours. I just haven’t been able to write this week. Writer’s block, fatigue, and–ahem–the evil Facebook plague of laziness. Okay, I’m also doing classwork and trying not to let the kids destroy the world. Maybe...

29 January 2009 | 1:09 pm |

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Green Patches: Part 1 of 2

She carried green patches everywhere she went. My friends and I used to stare at her between classes, watching the slow roll of her hips, the sway of her waist-length hair. All she needed was a tie-dye shirt and open-toed sandals. The strange thing a...

23 January 2009 | 1:05 pm |

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The Bugs in the Family Go ‘Round and ‘Round

Thankfully, nobody is seriously sick, but man oh man, I am tired. I haven’t been able to shake it all day. I will try to get rolling again tomorrow! I owe you, my readers, more fiction! Posted in Uncategorized...

19 January 2009 | 1:52 pm |

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The Journal

Books smell great. Well, most of them. Some have an acidic tang that burns the nostrils. Most books, however, appeal to the nose. Paperbacks tend to be dry and dusty, while textbooks smell of printing press and computer lab. Every bound volume has it...

18 January 2009 | 1:03 pm |

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Oops!

Well, I didn’t get to writing today. I’m taking classes for web design, so homework ended up coming first. I’m kind of ticked at myself for not getting to it. Then again, I was rather taken with “The Hudson Miracle” toda...

16 January 2009 | 2:26 pm |

Ogre

“I’m no monster. Sure, and the wee humans go runnin’ when they see me ugly arse, but I wouldna harm a one.” Tosh pulled tender young leaves from a plucked branch, alternately smashing them between her stubby fingers and tossing them into the...

15 January 2009 | 1:29 pm |

Donor: Part 10

Rig was cold. He opened his eyes as little as possible—just enough to get a clue to his whereabouts. A plastine bumper was parked inches from his face. Beyond the car was another, and, presumably, another. It came to his fuzzed mind that the coldne...

14 January 2009 | 1:44 pm |

Night Blizzard

My toes are frozen. Sneakers don’t hold snow out, jeans invite it in. Wind shoots down my neck where there used to be a hood. If I get out of this, I won’t remove another hood ever again. I don’t care if it does look lame. I don’t know how I�...

13 January 2009 | 1:27 pm |

Donor: Part 9

Please see Parts 1-8 first. Thanks! “Again?” Michael stiffened. “You’ve been involved with the Donor program?” Amanda shot to her feet across the den. Terrible suspicions burst into his frayed thoughts. That she knew someone who was famil...