As the Year Ends


    My writing group holds a poetry contest each year. The rules are simple: write a poem on a given theme. This year’s theme is “Holidays.” This is what I came up with: As…

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Between the Leaves and the Snowflakes


This month my writer’s group came up with the prompt “between the falling leaves and the first snowflakes.” Here is where my imagination took that: It happened in a blink of an eye, like the…

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The Secrets of the Mud Room


Not a true story. As long as I could remember, my great-aunt Sharon never used her back door, the one that led from her kitchen to the back yard. Summers, she’d fill that back yard…

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Mischief Part 2


Last week I shared Part 1 of “Mischief.” Read on for the conclusion: Karen’s roommate Judy was incensed over the way Jeff had treated Karen. He’d even been talking marriage, then came up with a…

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Mischief Part 1


When challenged to write a story on the theme of “mischief,” I didn’t have to think too hard. Here’s part 1.               Jeff dumped Karen, or so they told…

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And Then the Rains Came


Community matters. This is a lesson I’m learning more and more. My writing group is a great example. Each month we write to a prompt. While some of our efforts are *ahem* unpolished, to be…

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Standing in Line


A Piece of Short Fiction Standing in line, while not exactly the national sport, is an activity all Russians participate in. There is just no getting out of it, not in Russia of the 1990s,…

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Another Bright Idea Part 2


Part 2. If you missed Part 1, you can find it here. This time, I was sure we’d have no problems. “Ben, just do it. The sooner you start, the sooner we’ll be done.” He…

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Another Bright Idea


  My writing group held a contest, and I won Second Prize! Here’s Part I of my story. I leaned back in the kayak, shutting my eyes, letting the sun warm my face. The soft…

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One Moment of Folly


Another short piece of fiction for your reading pleasure: Enjoy! I’m not even sure how to explain to myself how I ended up in a smoke-filled filthy tattoo parlor in Bangkok at eight in the…

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