I can't think of a title for this. It doesn't belong to my novel, but a random short (between 2000-2500 words) story that I wrote one day.

Sample
“Every picture I’ve ever seen of God looks like this,” I said quickly, to avoid the silence lasting any longer. Flower Print just nodded at me, with eyes that yearning for a better explanation ( Read more... )

( The moment shutting,
then reopening his eyes -
that was his life in reverse.

Open-Closed-Open )

Vic Masters continued...Vic has been learning and improving his sleight-of-hand and deception for the last ten years of his life. Before he became a grifter he worked at various warehouses, docks, and chinese restaurants (his favorite dish is sesame chicken. He took up jobs in virtually every chinese joint in the city before deciding that Chan Wook ( Read more... )

( Second poem for tonight. Suggestions welcome on a title. Written previously when Sandra and I started this... )

( cut cut )

\\ Extremely rough sketch to follow\\

Name: Vic Masters

Age: 26 - 28

Profession: Petty Thief/ Con-Man/ Wannabe-Spy

( Dossier )

Why are we doing this?
This is about producing creative work rather than excuses. This is about deadlines, because sometimes we need deadlines. This is about showing your work, getting feedback, and refining. This is about having more to show for summer than pocket cash and drunken memories ( Read more... )

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