Category Archives: Writing Work

To Augustus, Love Pappy

    “To Augustus, Love Pappy.” He blinked and read the inscription again. “To Augustus, Love Pappy.” His heart thudded painfully in his chest. His girlfriend Wanda was holding a rhinestone bracelet up to the light, looking for any missing … Continue reading

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SlimJim

I could hear my dad’s voice but I couldn’t see him since I was lying on my side facing the desert. “Don’t hurt my boy.  I will give you anything you want.” I was duct-taped, naked, freezing, and had a … Continue reading

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Something Outside the Tent

When he gripped me by the wrist and whispered to be quiet, I knew that it hadn’t been my imagination, that there really was something outside the tent.  It had been two days since he had taken me hostage, near  the front … Continue reading

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His Cottage in the Woods

Let me tell you dear readers, about a man who lives in a cottage in the woods. He built most of the cottage himself and the lines are clear and strong, much like this man himself. He loves his life … Continue reading

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BURN IT in 2017

It’s not a New Year’s resolution….it’s soaring off a cliff, my wings spread wide. 2017 will be when I finally settle into writing in earnest…after yearning to for so many years. I joined the writing community of Medium this year … Continue reading

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As She Gathered Her Skirts

As she gathered her skirts and headed briskly up the staircase she hoped the view was worth the strain on her tender lungs, bruised from the ill-fated excursion to the Teparda bog the evening before. The effects of the poisonous … Continue reading

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Pear

If a pear could weep it would, cascading tears down its glossy sides. The banana has gone astray, jam grubbed hand plucked it away. Moments later, a resounding crash– the banana hasn’t come back. No curved embrace furthermore, Just one … Continue reading

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