User's Guide and Table of Contents |
The deletion of my account has caused me to re-organize and repost everything. The easiest way to see all posts is to suscribe to the account: this will allow you to simply click on the blog you...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Dec 2010 23:10:00 GMT |
In Gratitude, from All of Us Pt. VI |
VI.
The
cold felt real, and so she more welcomed than ignored or tolerated it. The situation felt to her as though she had
warped backward in time: the view was the same, ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jun 2009 15:01:00 GMT |
In Gratitude, from All of Us Pt. V |
V. THE AFTERMATH:
More
than the amount of food leftover, which could have been explained away by
simply having prepared too large a quantity, the condition of the plates
pr...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 21:27:00 GMT |
In Gratitude, from All of Us Pt. IV |
IV. The Meal
Who is
going to bless the food? She was
propped at the head of the table, back to the kitchen. The space at the end of the table opposite
Rose gathered in the m...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jun 2009 17:53:00 GMT |
In Gratitude, from All of Us Pt. III |
III. Preparations
The
kitchen was small enough that it was impossible for more than one person to
move around in it with a polite silence.
To move from the refrigerator to...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 11:55:00 GMT |
In Gratitude, from All of Us Pt. II |
He blew
the warm air of his lungs into his hands less to try to recapture that spirit
linking him back to the first divine breath that the human form hed been named
after had taken...
Posted by on Sat, 30 May 2009 19:46:00 GMT |
In Gratitude, from All of Us Pt. I |
At 6:30
that morning, a stillness hovered heavily over the kitchen, which had grown
accustomed to this as a substitute for a more wholesome form of peace. It was an imposed order of...
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 12:31:00 GMT |
too much with too little. |
As November quickly approaches, I find myself with two story ideas which I can see working out no worse than many of my others, but with time, at most, to write only one before it would be time to sta...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 13:46:00 GMT |
Whats Mine is Ours VII-XII |
VII. "Holy shit! Get over here!" A hand reached through the crowd to grasp his arm in a tight squeeze. "Hey! Amy! Guess what?" The stage, far in the front, was obscured by a dense haze of smoke ...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Sep 2008 20:17:00 GMT |
Whats Mine Is Ours I-VI |
I. The waitress walked by them without stopping. Her hair had been pulled back in a bun held together by a cheap blue ink Bic pen and the fingers, clenched tightly around the dirty brown tray she was...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Sep 2008 20:16:00 GMT |
