It’s been some time since I wrote any fiction. Ideas are swirling in my mind as well as looking up at me from the notepad where I jotted down stories I want to write. 1,903 more words
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Tales of Unusual Strangeness
Wake up. There’s a war raging. Try not to die.
Strap on your armor, load your weapons. Blood and bullets everywhere.
Enemy sighted. Keep your gun steady. 25 more words
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Notes From the Field
March 12th, 2015, Calgary, Alberta
I’m at the park pushing Sophie on a swing. In the swing next to us, another three year old being pushed by an older man she calls Opa. 173 more words
4 hours, 59 minutes ago
I sat down to write a blarg post tonight, and all I wanted to do was work on my capital “W” Writing projects.
So I did. 285 more words
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Codling Moths and Garter Snakes
Declan kicked the stand on his matte-black Indian 841. He stepped off into the weeds and mud.
The wind seemed to be whispering something at him, but he couldn’t make it out. 1,267 more words
9 hours, 42 minutes ago
My name is Peter Valchek. You don’t know me, but I sure as fuck know you.
I have loved your chicken for years. Your chicken is the most beautiful thing I have ever known, and the Colonel does not deserve her. 836 more words
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Jane Dougherty Writes
Today is Towel Day. Don’t know what Towel Day is? That’s okay—nor do I. Not exactly. One answer is that it’s in honour of Douglas Adams, which makes it clearer. 1,168 more words
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