New Hall

Adam’s flip-flop clapped against the skin of his heel as he crept around the corner from the hall. Simon and Kendrick followed closely behind, the latter muttering anxieties under his breath. The dinnertime candles had nearly burned through and their wax hardened atop the mahogany tables. In some cases, it dripped over the edge and crusted the seat cushions waiting patiently below. From the walls…

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@1 week ago
#flash fiction #friends #new hall #pranks #short fiction #short story #writer #writing 

Short Fiction: Storytelling

“… and about ten minutes later I was trying to fight my way out from under the airbags. She came out of nowhere, I mean a deer in headlights is one thing, but what can I do when they just jump out from the bushes?

“Oh, can you hear me okay? Sorry, it’s just I’ve never seen a microphone like this. I’ve got a few condensers at home, but this thing is a little old school. Yeah, sure, I’ll move up a…

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#flash fiction #memories #monologue #short fiction #short story #story #writer #writing 

Quick Poetry: I don’t want to think, I just want you here.

Quick Poetry: I don’t want to think, I just want you here.

She’s not coming over,
not like last time or the time before.We’re too feeble,

I think.

People, objects of emotions,
of expectations, of habit.

Absolve us of our personal monotonies.
The summer is always hot,
my car is always broken,
and the moon is always in a phase,

the wires are always there, be it spaghetti or underground,
and our itunes won’t erode.
The blankets are stained, and I can’t wash…

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#I just can&039;t #poet #Poetry #writer #writing 

Flash fiction: Maybe I’m just bitter.

Flash fiction: Maybe I’m just bitter.

The man speaking is an idiot. You don’t need to know what he’s saying, and it would be upsetting to tell you. He ends every clause with a period as if everything he says is important, smokes his cigarettes between the middle and ring finger, and creates his own conflicts as a way to impress his audience when he walks them through the resolution. His audience hangs onto every word, treating him…

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@1 month ago with 1 note
#1 #bitter #envious #fame #fiction #flash #flash fiction #jealousy #writer #writing 

Quick Fiction: I’ll never leave

Quick Fiction: I’ll never leave

The wind was calm against the peach fuzz on Sandro’s beard, cooling his skin, so hot against the sun’s rays. The kids were in the backyard, frolicking in the oaken playhouse that gave them slivers; he was in the front, tending to the magnolias he’d planted weeks before. The flowers were dying, and he could do nothing to save them. At three o’clock, the sun grew lighter and he decided to take a…

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@2 months ago
#anger #daughters #fiction #quick fiction #relationships #short story #story #writer #writing 

100 words or less: Grapeseed

100 words or less: Grapeseed

Red wine on the mantle gone cold without a blanket, the world a refrigerator, the hot-springs tropical. In the mountains only goats are left.

We used to dream of growth, connection uninhibited to the world around us. We used to dream of growing ripe, robust. We used to dream of drying in the sun and falling to the ground to rest, to animate the dirt with our memories. We were plucked too soon.…

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@1 month ago
#100 words #flash fiction #grape #grape seed #personification #seed #short fiction #short story #writer #writing 

Carla Crowe: Ep. 1

Carla Crowe: Ep. 1

He took a hot step in the wrong direction: two left turns and a roofie for good luck. Carla was on his coat-tails, chasing his scent like a beagle hunting for gunmen in a crowded bazaar. She knew these alleys better than the resident homeless, knew the resident homeless better than they knew each other, and recognized each brick covered in aerosol from turf-wars long settled. The jungle stunk,…

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#chapter #chapter 1 #character #episode #fiction #short fiction #writer #writing 

Melodramatic poetry: It’s the end of the world.

Melodramatic poetry: It’s the end of the world.

I’m writing again because I need it.
I’m writing again because words are an escape.

My blood tastes like iron,
like I’m healthy.

It’s just a prick on my finger,
tiny droplets of me
smearing against
the top letters of my qwerty.

Why can’t I just let things be? 

She told me to leave and I didn’t.
I didn’t want her to leave, either.
I wanted to grab her hair and pull her in,
kiss her and end it there…

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#anger #break-up #fuck it #fuck it all #poem #poet #Poetry #stream of consciousness #this is stupid #why tag shit #writer #writing 

Freestyle in the shade

The beach is no place for writing. Scenery does nothing to impress my imagination. What a waste of ink, to describe something so tangible, so immediate that it would be better appreciated with my eyes than with my pen. My art distances me from reality, like a photographer behind a lens disconnected from the subject, immersed in their craft. Sitting here, I see the beauty of the world. I see it in…

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Meta: Interesting talk about how desire for sex.

I don’t usually do meta posts, and I don’t usually post TED talks for fear of sounding pretentious. Either way, this is an important one.

http://www.ted.com/talks/esther_perel_the_secret_to_desire_in_a_long_term_relationship/transcript#t-643071

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@2 months ago