“Are you sure I’m supposed to be here?” They come looking for permission or confirmation. Receiving either according to their own desires, the new arrivals would nod silently to themselves, then shuffle on through the awaiting gates. Nobody was turned away, not having come this far. And so, the man in the white sport coat …
(A review, just posted to LibraryThing, re-posted here with some minor adjusting and additions …) I’ve made a point of keeping this one within arm’s reach. If I’m making pancakes on a weekend morning, why not learn a bit about America’s pre-NASA space program at the same time? If I’m grilling a rack of turkey …
April was always so cruel, signaling soon he’d have to leave his lucky jacket at home. That jacket was his armor, his security blanket. But only teens and punks can get away with leather in the summer. Grown men? No, lest they become “that guy.” But this morning was too brisk to go without. He …
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Rusty has put together a tutorial on how to create your own podcast channel on Georgia Podcast Network, then upload content (audio or video) to that channel. If you’re having trouble viewing the video, try upgrading your Flash player. You can also download the file and watch it on your desktop. After about 13 minutes, …
Written as a Ficlet sequel for A Loaded Gun in the Mailbox by Will Hindmarch. The original Ficlet ended thusly: He goes inside, past his wife, who’s doing dishes, and gets the phone. He dials 911. She asks what’s wrong. “There’s a hand holding a gun in our mailbox,” he says. “Finally,” she says. “… …
The hardest part of writing a Ficlet isn’t the writing. The challenge lies in the editing. 1024 characters doesn’t give one much room for rambling, redundancy and so on. I love so many words, often for the way they sound one after another as much as for their meanings. Writing in a limited space goes …
Inspired by this Ficlets-provided phrase: Sunshine flooded in the room… Sunshine flooded into the room. It collected in pools at her bare feet and washed against the nightstand. Quietly, she stood and stepped to the window. A downtown, by looks and sound. Car horns and sirens offered clues. But today’s geography lesson would have to …
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