Blake and Mona #A – The first part, probably also the climax

All writings will be posted in the order I wrote them. I wrote this piece in September 2017. Method to post is: Write by hand using Noodler's Apache Sunset in a Mont Blanc fountain pen I bought myself (on credit) while in the UK after college (just to make sure it was as expensive as … Continue reading Blake and Mona #A – The first part, probably also the climax

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New project for 2018: Untitled fiction project about Blake and Mona

Hi all, I don't really expect anyone to be reading this blog after a 9 year hiatus, more or less, but I'm going to try and get started again. When I originally started this blog, I was using it as a means of staying creative during the summer holiday of my MFA program. Left to … Continue reading New project for 2018: Untitled fiction project about Blake and Mona

Sunday writing 20150802 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start, cont’d: Birth of the recorder; Rewrite second half of first scene first- to third-person

The eldest woke up in rain. It had washed the mud from him and shriveled his skin, but no wind blew and he learned some summer comfort. From his rock, he looked out on the world, and it was all rolling waves of mud. The waves washed over the rock, dirtying him and his home, … Continue reading Sunday writing 20150802 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start, cont’d: Birth of the recorder; Rewrite second half of first scene first- to third-person

Sunday writing 20150802 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start, cont’d: The tower of babble

The aggressor called out: “Go into the fields, and grab the first stone you see larger than your fist, and bring it back here. Together, we shall build a mighty thing, a home that will not leak in rain or bluster in the wind! Together we shall make something permanent, something to keep, something that’s ours!” … Continue reading Sunday writing 20150802 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start, cont’d: The tower of babble

Sunday writing 20150726 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start

Mud. Mud and its earthy fragrance was all I knew for the first minute of life. I breathed in deep, relishing breath. I had never experienced it before. Nobody had, and mine was the first body. The caked on dirt kept my eyes closed, but I could breathe and smell, and I filled my lungs … Continue reading Sunday writing 20150726 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start

Thoughts on the 99%: A little narrative about overthrow

Occupy Wall Street is happening in my back yard. I've been down to offer a warm body and moral support a few times, but I'm not what I'd call involved in the movement. I post news stories and pictures to Facebook and sometimes Twitter, trying to help get the word out, but I'm pretty sure … Continue reading Thoughts on the 99%: A little narrative about overthrow

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Her laughter stopped abruptly and her brown eyes caught his off-guard. She held his eyes through his terror with a steady and confidence gaze that contradicted and complemented her youthful brightness and pushed him further into fear. Then, “Daddy,” she asked, “why don’t you tell me you love me?”