The Stuff Things Are Made Of

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Thursday, January 7, 2010

The Debt Collector, part one

Anson Rivers sat on his white plush couch sipping his 11:45 glass of Johnny Walker, just like most nights.Another smooth burning gulp from his glass, a slight yawn, and it wasback to work. In front of his computerscreen, Anson stared at the words on the page and pleaded with them to startworking... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 1, 2010

apologies

I want to apologize to everyone that has been reading my work for not having posted anything in a long time, I've been pretty sick. But hopefully I'll have some more work up soon. Thanks to all of you for reading. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Thanks and Poetry

I would like to thank everyone who has read my stories and left me comments. You have all been helpful and a good source of motivation. So here is some random poetry while I work on another story and hopefully you will keep reading:) Twenty Twelve I look up into the sky I hold up my hands A distant... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Horsemen, part four

“Now, Sean, I know you’re hesitant to talk about it but I want you to tell me about the fire,” the therapist begins in a coaxing tone, “if you can.” Sean ruffles his already messed up hair with his hands and takes a deep breath. This has been the longest fucking hour of my life, he thinks and then... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The Horsemen, part three

Sean noticed that the door to his apartment was slightly open and instantly knew that Cara was in there. Pushing the door open easily with his fingertips, Sean stuck his head in and looked around the living room: The couch and loveseat were empty; the papasan in the corner – nothing. Sean slides in... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Horsemen, part two

The therapist scribbles something onto her pad and resumes her stare at Sean. Sitting leg over leg, Sean thinks she resembles a tiger getting ready to pounce and the sound from the tip of her pointed shoe tapping against the leg of her chair is deafening in the silence. “So, how long were you with... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 30, 2009

The Horsemen, part one

“Tell me about the fire.” The therapist says this with a blank expression, clearly apt at being non-judgmental to any answer that is given. Or at least showing any on her face. Sean McClarity stares at her from a large, stereotypical, black leather sofa ten paces from her matching arm chair. He... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Gift, part three

Kristen watches the stranger sleep; he had been brought into the room, unconscious, an hour ago. Since his arrival he has periodically murmured to himself, twitched and turned his head back and forth. Kristen hasn’t been able to make sense of his murmurs but has noticed that the stranger seems... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

an old one but a good one...

I'm posting an old story of mine while I'm finishing up the "Gift" story. For everybody who is reading, thanks, and I hope you like it. Forward, Down, Forward, Y We were always careful on cloudy days. They were the most dangerous. It was drizzling the day we dared Marlon to jump off the roof of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Gift, part two

Gabriel had already spent most of the day, as he spends most of everyday, walking around St. Luke’s getting patients their medications, retrieving files for doctors and making coffee for nurses. Gabriel works more hours than any other volunteer in the hospital, barely taking any breaks and sometimes... Sign in to see full entry.

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