Tag Archives: fiction

Handle

May 25, 2013

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Jack hesitated when he finally found the blood-red door and noticed the skeleton for a handle. Just part of the show¬†he assured himself, since he was still in the safer tourist part of the island. Still he had to will himself to continue¬†on, ignoring the internal physical protest. The sun was setting on the main […]

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Anticipation

March 17, 2013

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Closing his eyes in the darkness, the sound and vibration of the C-47 in its rapid decent reminded him of the row crop tractor they had finally been able to afford when he was a young teenager. With this many nervous men packed into heavy machinery, the smell was getting familiar too. He pondered, in […]

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Black Hills & Badlands

March 18, 2012

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John suddenly paused as he approached his rig from across the expansive parking lot. Something his body did without waiting for his brain to request it. His brain was more occupied with making sure he got to the truck with two six-packs, two chili dogs, and two packs of cigarettes still in balance. He caught […]

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“Hey, Man. You Guys Know ‘Free Bird’?”

March 15, 2012

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There you are. Up on stage. Cheap par can lights with color gels duct-taped over them are heating the side of your face from an intimate distance. The atmosphere a southerly stew of stale beer, cigarette smoke, hair-spray, and “Yeee-eeee-eeew!” You’ve made it through the first little three-rock-block of cover tunes to open your set […]

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Wooden Ships

December 11, 2011

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Adagio sostenuto When I sleep, I usually have dreams of ants. Sometimes, of being an ant. Sometimes, I am alllll of the ants. Sometimes, I am an ant inside myself…seeing myself…exploring myself… Experiencing my-self… In other dreams, the awareness gently withdraws, and I am the vast, weaved web of the sweeping ensemble…yes… My dreams may […]

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Gradgrind On This!

December 3, 2011

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So the perty boy took the nite off…to go play with that perty little wife of his if he’s smart as he thinks he is…and said I could write somethin’. He’ll probly just go play with himself…all uppity and shit. I told him “Hey I got a story for your ass. Lemme at this bloggity […]

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