fiction

This is the End-ish

In some respects, I’m afraid to finish, which is probably why I’m writing this instead of that.

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A Writer’s Leap

Sixth-graders come in two camps: those that giggle with uncontrollable joy when presented with a dead frog and an X-Acto knife, and those that shake their heads in protest, cry, vomit, or somehow manage to skip class on dissection day…. Read More ›

Sush

From this point on, you have fifty words. Until the day you die. Speak today and silence may claim the rest of your days. But unspoken words will expire with your final breath. Think, not for moments, but for days,… Read More ›

Teen Age Idol

Who did I idolize as a teenager?  I gave myself sixty-seconds to think about it and concluded that the better question is who didn’t I idolize as a teenager? Like many, during the awkward teenage years, I idolized anyone that:… Read More ›

I Object to Luck

Write about an object.  Any object. Sounds simple enough. What should I write about? This morning I heard about an incredibly interesting study about success. The man behind the study, a professor at Princeton, proposed that success in art is… Read More ›