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Holly... Day?

Holly… Day?

Below is a holiday fiction piece that steals a few characters from one of my larger works in progress. This one is longer than any of my other posted works, but don’t let that scare you away. It’s a short story with developed characters and a dystopian holiday plot, so I hope you take the time to read and enjoy it. Happy holidays, everyone, even though it’s a bit late.

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Cry Me a Bag of Shit: A Crib's Lament

Cry Me a Bag of Shit: A Crib’s Lament

Good morning readers!

I apologize for my absence, but as I explained in my last post, I’ve been taking some classes and have just been generally pretty busy. It doesn’t help that my mind was three times as busy with everything else that I was trying to accomplish. But, here we are, two months later, still breathing and still writing.

In a recently unearthed folder on an old computer, I…

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Dread the Storm

This poem came to me while I was helping a friend edit their book. It took some exploration of the idea, honing what it was I wanted to say, but ultimately it fit into a project I had already started. I’m writing a poetry collection exploring the different ways people view or experience death. Each of the poems’ perspective is first person, but from death’s view.

Ever since I read “The Book…

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Monday

Monday--a poem about being sick.

I feel like Monday.

The storm of aches throughout my body turns my usually tough skin hypersensitive, the aches roiling from one spot to the next without warning or sense.

My head aches, too, but it’s not a headache. It’s the inflammation of a thousand thoughts caught in the pathway between my eyes.

If Monday feels like anything, it’s a cold. When the sneezing is dry, but I feel the snot gathered…

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A Night Out

A Night Out: a poem

This was originally a post-apocalytic and somewhat eschatological poem. The opening line and the formatting style are the only things I kept from the original. I’ll probably rewrite the other poem, but it’ll be far different than what it was here.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this.

  A whisper of fear takes the bold, and the shout of courage burns cold.

five songs four drinks three words two…

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Stormy Thoughts

Another post up! Take a look. :)

Sometimes I listen to the silence, trying not to think, not to breathe, not to exist.

Breathing is the hardest to stop. Thinking fades the slower I breathe, and my existence sometimes seems to fade away with my thoughts, but breathing just continues like an ache in my foot that won’t stop no matter how much I rub, a constant reminder that I do exist. I have to.

I can hold my breath, but that…

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See? I’m an #adult . #mademyownmeal #pizzaswhatsup

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Guys, this is really delicious. It tastes like strawberry shortcake. #experimenting #summerdrinks #seagramsescapes #edysicecream #stickyfingers #delicious

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The Post Not Promised

The Post Not Promised

I owe my good readers a post.

Unfortunately, the promised post will have to wait, as it needs more work than I realized. Instead, I’m giving you a prompt. It’s the last week of June, so, in the spirit of summer, tell me a sunny story.

Prompt: Two girls, ages twelve and thirteen, splash and swim in the lake water. Their parents watch from shore, laughing and talking to each other in the easy way…

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Little Blue

Red and orange leaves fall to the ground. They whisper to each other and land in yellowing grass to lie in perfect stillness.

A young girl walks to the woods carrying a travel sack full of food and clothing, wearing a deep blue, hooded cloak.

She stops to stare at the wall of trees and glances back toward her village, where she left her older brother wondering where she’d gone or if she’ll return.

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This spider has seen some things. I wonder what his story is.

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I’m not sure if anything really beats a home beach. #ludingtonbeach #ludingtonmichigan

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Great Things to Come! :)

Great Things to Come! :)

This blog is obviously not well-kept, but I hope to change that.

I was busy. I was distracted. I was focusing on other things, but the reality is that for the length of time that I haven’t published a post, I could have. There was ample time for it, I just didn’t., and I am sorry.

So. Apology aside, I have some news.

Recently, I finished my first book-length work, and I plan to post it serially…

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