Of course September 11, 2001 was a special day.  It was Hannah's fifteenth birthday.  It's not every day you turn fifteen.  We were in a class.  I don't remember what the exact purpose of the class was, but I know that once we finished our typing assignments (learning to format business letters, understanding appropriate greetings and fonts...  ( Read more... )

Read.  Ponder.  And finish the story for me.  As long or as short as you want.  Maybe just come up with a question Lexi doesn't want to answer.  Maybe turn it into one hell of a short story.  Do what you like.  It's my late mathom to you.  Pass it on to somebody else, or let it sit in a closet somewhere, or hold onto it and give it back to me on ( Read more... )

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since I've neglected you for so long.

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Kenmore

She felt her stomach tighten, her belly feeling hollow as a big drum, hungry for something real, something green and raw and light and spiced; she wanted tahini hummus and celery, peanut butter, romaine, feta, yogurt, God, any of it, in any order, just soon.  She perched on the bench.  It was dirty.  ( Read more... )

Action adventure hero AG Devitt continues his experimental saga with the help of his trusty cohort, yours truly, who spent far more time perfecting this installment of wonder than she intends to spend doing all of the homework due this week!

Go check it out.  Cost of one comment.  He says it's cheaper than the newspaper.  I say perfect your ability ( Read more... )

I've missed these, actually.  I love having one art project evolve into new ones.

So, here's a photo prompt.

As per norm, I will avoid mentioning what its original purpose served, to leave you free to tell me the story of the image.  I invite you, implore you even, to ignore all inhibitions and have at it.

Pretty please.


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Writer AG Devitt recently invited me to play in his sandbox.

His Jack Dyer stories, generally told from the perspective of anybody but Jack, can be found in chronological order here.

My contribution, Involuntary Commitment, can be found here.

Go on and read.  You know you want to, and it won't take but a moment of your time.

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As I'm writing nonfiction this term, almost exclusively, you'll find me, if you find me, learning to turn stuff I can't lie about into something interesting to read.

This?  Is not intended to be interesting.  Or fictional, or even creatively nonfictional.  This is simply the world as I see it, from the eyes of an art and English student as the ( Read more... )

You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting.

My face is mashed against my pillow.  My right hand is frozen because my book won't stay open unless I hold it that way, and my room is freezing.  The rest of me is burrowed under ( Read more... )