Toby and the rapacious monkey (Part 1)

Toby’s lungs were on fire, breathing hard from the exertion of running so hard. One after another, his feet pounded the cobblestones, carrying him as fast as he could move them. He didn’t even dare to glance behind him, not wanting to risk slowing down, or worse, tripping. In his mind, he imagined the outstretched arms of the constables behind him, hands reaching to grab him by the collar and…

November 8, 2017
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Dutch Harbor (#16)

99/99 - 99 words about 99 things
November 7, 2017

A young man stepped off the boat, walking toward the hills. The crew had gone to the bar, but too young to drink, he had stayed behind. He didn’t mind. There was no privacy on the boat, no quiet, and the mountain had been calling him for days. His only boots were for working the ship, not suited for hiking, but they sufficed. He climbed for hours, unheeding of the…

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Absence (#15)

99/99 - 99 words about 99 things
November 1, 2017

He opened his eyes, exhaling slowly into the dark. The tears had gone, the punishing waves of sorrow and anger ebbed, their vacancy replaced by the aches in his stomach and jaw, exhausted from hours of repeated clenching. He’d lost track of the details – holes in the walls, scratches and bruises, unsilenceable screams. They, like the others of laughter and love, companionship and support, were unraveled threads in a…

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In the hospital (#14)

99/99 - 99 words about 99 things
January 31, 2016

I got the call at 10PM. He had acute appendicitis, she said, and was going into surgery immediately. I got into the car and drove. It took me less than two hours, but I fought panic the entire way. It’ll be fine, I thought. It’s common. But the words didn’t comfort me. I feigned calmness while they showed me to his recovery room. He was sleeping, curled around his pooh bear, an IV running…

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99 Words About 99 Things

99 Words About 99 Things
January 29, 2016

A few years ago, well, in 2002, I came up with the idea of writing a set of micro-stories.  I’d taken some literature class that required us to keep our responses between two hundred, and two hundred fifty words, and I remember how challenging it was  to make a valid, significant point, but still keep it that concise.  It was also a lot of fun. I decided that I was going to make…

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Experience and maturation

January 19, 2016

When I hear “do you remember your first…” the first thing that comes to mind is of course the first kiss, or even more racey, loss of virginity. Granted, I tend to focus more on those types of physical things, but there are plenty of other firsts I can think of too. My first time riding a bike. My first day in middle school. My first day in the Marine…

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Violence (#13)

99/99 - 99 words about 99 things
January 14, 2016

I climb to the top landing of the stairwell, and freeze. A dirty man sits there, surrounded by bandages, wrapping his bleeding leg. “I’m going to need you to leave,” I say. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, standing and puffing up. I click my radio, “I’ve got one hostile.” “You’re a liar!” He says, threateningly. I pull my baton, stepping back into a defensive stance. He crouches down, parroting…

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