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  1. Lone Rider

    I watched as that lone rider came. Trotted right into town with that black stallion. Black hat, dirty black duster, and even dirtier brown boots. The spurs still gleamed through the muck. I remember that. I remember that more then anything. They shouldn't be shining, I thought, why was they shining?

    Pa came out the store, eyes dead set on the tin can that held the bait worms. I don't think he saw him. I don't think anybody saw him but me. Even when he started shooting. By the time I looked...
  2. Lead on Paper

    They killed you. Tried to erase you. Wrote with that black lead right on you. From that land down under. On a journey of discovery, of vicious introspection. Be kind with yourself. The only paper that stays clean is the paper that doesn't get used.

    Farewell. Maybe they'll erase me too.

  3. To Be Weightless

    It was only by chance that I saw him kill that young fellow.

    It was only by chance that I would be standing in the exact spot to see that slender soft spoken boy, wrap his hands around that young fellow’s neck and chuck him over the side of a dirt mound onto a pile of upstanding pipes.

    As that young fellow was falling, I could’ve sworn I’d seen him smile before being impaled. In that moment, I felt all my weight and first time I wanted so badly to be weightless and drift away.
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  4. Poisonantedote

    the sky was green
    but we knew
    the grass was blue

    and in between
    we redeemed
    our souls, their truth

    awaken your fear
  5. The Short Story Contest Revisited

    What did I learn from last months drubbing?

    1. Don't call the readers idiots directly or indirectly.
    2. Don't over think it. Dash it off. Edit. Call it good.
    3. Better a good vignette than a bad story.
    4. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtin or the prompt.
    There is no point. Why write with restriction if no one else does?

    Right then! I'm ready....
  6. What’s This Feeling?

    It’s been ages since I’ve last written to this blog and to be honest it feels great doing this again. Lately, my mind has decided to work against me and fill me with doubt and fear unimaginable!

    In most instances, jealously rears its head, or maybe I should say envy?
    I envy the closeness and affection that people have for each other, I can almost feel the hands of the fabled green eyed monster wrapping around my neck and telling me that I’ll never have a love such as that.

    It’s quite...
  7. People Watching- er, People Experiencing

    My service job has forced me to interact with many people. We're the busiest store in our area, and almost every position where I work involves at least one step where we need to interact with a customer.

    While I feel the need to mention that the vast majority of these interactions are superficial, there's perhaps one way that this is a good thing, and that's to give my imagination room to breathe.

    Every night there's a werewolf who comes through our drive-thru and gets a bold coffee (I'm...
  8. Comfort Zone

    I haven't been good to my readers here. In fact, I've been neglectfully remise, and for that, I'm truly sorry. But I did not forget about you all. I've been cultivating my voice, building my toolbox, and working. Tirelessly working to bring better, more informative, and hopefully even more useful information to this blog.

    To that end, I have a small announcement.

    To anyone in the state of Michigan, specifically the Waterford area. This Saturday, May 18th from 2 to 4 pm several writer's...
  9. The Short Story Contest

    I feel very useful this morning. Someone has to finish dead last in every race and I've fulfilled that role in this case. What an honor.

    So, what did I do wrong? As we used to say around the chess board,
    "Study long study wrong." I over worked it, there was no real conflict, I had a female MC (not my long suit)... anyway, suckage abounded. No argument.

    I should stop calling the readers fools.
    "But they are fools!" Retorts my semi-objective ego.
    "Yes, but that's not going to change so why...
  10. Whither Wonder?

    In his short story "The Silver Key" H.P. Lovecraft writes of how his protagonist changed "as middle age hardened upon him":

    "Wonder had gone away, and he had forgotten that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference between those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value one above the other."

    There's a lot to be unpacked in that. I think a lot about the sense of wonder; when I walk in our back yard these days I...
  11. The Reveal

    They stood outside the grey factory, shutter doors creaking, bending, rattling with the wind. The sky grew dimmer, but remained a purplish hue, with orange and blue intermingled. Leonardo Di Caprio was reminded of his many dreams, where the sky had always mimicked the colors and patterns of eccentric paintings.

    "You wanted to know, well, here it is." Magus said in a low voice.

    "This is where you work?" Leo asked.

    "This is the place, but not my cubicle. The factories a cover Leo."

    Magus...
  12. I has an idear of sorts. :P

    Well some of you already know that I wouldn't mind doing my own channel on writing, and being a bit more transparent and less about trying to keep up with the other channels, who all seem to say the same things at roughly the same time from what they have found in basic google searches. :p

    Thinking of kinda sorta rolling my other blog title (the one in my sig connected to google)
    into a character, instead of simply using my real name like everyone else does. Thinking for
    the sake of...
  13. A Farewell to Arms

    As foreshadowed in my previous blog rant post, I finished Hemingway's "A Farewell to Arms". I wasn't brought to tears, but I think that might paradoxically be due to how hard it hit me. I understood the gravity, but I probably won't fully feel its effects for some time.

    The neat thing about my copy is that it includes appendices of rough drafts and alternate endings to the novel, which I started today.

    It completely dashed my silly notion that where one starts writing the novel is...
  14. The Bedroom

    Magus reached under the queen sized bed, grasping at the large container he had stowed away. He placed it neatly on the bed and unlatched the three locks. Opening it, he let out a sigh. Work had called him in for overtime. He grabbed the glock 17, checked the slide a few times, then inserted the loaded magazine before cocking it and slipping in into its holster. He moved onto the Benelli M4, attaching the sling and hoisting it over his shoulder.

    Leonardo Di Caprio walked in, dropping his...
  15. excretory opinions

    "Show Don't Tell," what he hell does that mean?
    IMHO, it means: Don't say that your character was scared.
    Say rather, your character lost temporary bowel control.
    Don't express the emotional state. Describe the physical reaction to the emotional state. Let the reader experience the emotion for themselves, thus getting them involved.

    In the matter of punctuation. a "comma split," is used to separate two
    ideas expressed in a single sentence. For reasons of literary device the author has...
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