Creative writing
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DIY I Hardly Knew Ye
Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on. Most of my ambitious DIY projects were simply ideas I had. Moments of delusions thinking I have talent or patience to pull off something fantastical. Most times, these ideas remained in my head because I knew – or at least, assumed I knew – that Continue reading
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Things to Come
Nothing dull ever happens at [redacted] even though most days pass at a slug’s pace. Friday, however. Man, fucking Friday. We often joke that life at [redacted] could fuel a television series for years—I imagine a cross between Seinfeld and The Office (UK or USA). And if our work life were a TV show, it Continue reading
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The End of Phase 2 Pt. 2: Writing
Sometimes I wonder why I wanted to write. What inspired me? What set me on this tumultuous journey that drives me mad with passion and anger? I wrote down notes before I remember why I wrote down notes. I “published” short stories using blank sheets of paper stapled together. The word count didn’t matter during Continue reading
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Excavation
As I mentioned last night, I cleaned my study. While doing so, I excavated several rough pieces I wrote in the past. This was before my college education in creative writing. I collected the pieces in a binder and I’ll read through them later, salvaging what I can for future stories. I tried to finish Continue reading
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Where Have I Been
I’ve not abandoned the blog. Not yet, anyway. It should be noted that I have also garnered the moniker the Gypsy Blogger for reasons I’ll never understand. Who Reads These Posts, Anyway? Aside from the handful of loyal followers, I don’t think this blog gets a lick of attention. Who needs it? I don’t. I’m Continue reading
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The Day The Whole World Went Away
I had that dream again. The crescendo heard a world away – Mackie awoke to the sound. Sweat – cold? – slicked his body. Beside him, Angel – who slept soundly even during the loudest storms – traversed parallel dimensions. Cobey should’ve called by now. Autumn was in the distance, Mackie saw looking out the painted window. Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 