Short Fiction
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“She had two legs when the ambulance took her from the house!” “What am I supposed to do! She had one leg when they admitted her.” Bradford turned in the direction of the raised voices. He turned to head nurse Selina. Selina didn’t look up from her report but quirked an eyebrow that meant she…
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“Danny, Danny, over here, Danny,” Em hooted. The movie theatre swaddled me in darkness. The air was close with the smells of buttery popcorn and anticipation. This is it, yet another long awaited blockbuster of two dimensional comic books turned into two dimensional action heroes. Juggling the sodas and snacks, I crept down the red…
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Three days left of Inktober and then because I’m a girl who likes a challenge, Flash NaNo. FlashNaNo is a writing challenge where you get thirty days of flash fiction inspired prompts and you write each day. And in more exciting news this November I will share each and every one of my pieces on…
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My new flash fiction piece, “Cut,” will be published in the upcoming spring edition of The Toho Journal!
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“How are you?” Suddenly, an everyday walk from my cubicle to the copier flipped into an unexpected conversation with my coworker. Her question stymied me. Lately, I go through my days on auto-pilot keeping each moment as busy as possible to not have a chance to think too much. How am I doing? I thought…
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With lime green floral shears, Lori cut the tight, twisted rubber band from its colorful bunch of flowers. Blood orange cosmos, blue-violet columbines, lacy fern fronds rained down into the kitchen sink. Snip, snip, snip, with quick, efficient motions Lori cut each flower stem diagonally. The warm sun rested on her bent shoulders. With…
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I wake up to screaming. High pitched, blood-curdling squeals—almost like a child’s cry—fill my bedroom raging in through the open window. Blindly I run out of our bedroom across the hall to the stairs. The screaming races from the front yard whips along the side of the house and rushes into the backyard. Frantically I…
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It’s December 23rd and I have officially bound off my last knitted Christmas gift of 2014. As I reflect over my projects I have gathered some life lessons. First start early. I started making Christmas presents last summer. I was filled with creativity and time stretched before me like an infinite road. Who cares if…
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Despite my bloggy silence I am still writing as well as doing some research on hoarding to recharge and inform a certain story I’m wrestling with. Despite my struggles, I haven’t given up and I feel encouraged that I will write the knots out my tangled story or die trying. Thank to my writing group…
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Here’s the first paragraph of a new story I’m working. I’m very happy with how the work is progressing which never happens so perhaps it’s good or perhaps I’m loopy. “Signs are very important. You can’t ever forget that,” MaryRose said, fluttering between the coffee machine and stovetop. News radio blared from the tiny, much…
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