Most cafes have bells, sound systems, or other noise to announce the movement of a door. Christy’s Cafe relies on the whoosh of hot hair as the big glass door opens. At 11:45am, the time for breakfast is over and it’s not quite time for fancy alcoholic beverages. Except for bachelorette parties, but they haven’tContinueContinue reading “Cursory Glance: Christy’s Cafe – Nonfiction”
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Relatable Scenes: Breakfast Diner – Nonfiction
The booth is velvet red but not nearly as lovely in texture. Matching stools line the bar, where a waitress stands. She’s dressed in jeans and a polka dot shirt. She complains about something to a patron, who emphatically agrees. They both laugh. An old man is in the far corner; he’s probably got quiteContinueContinue reading “Relatable Scenes: Breakfast Diner – Nonfiction”
Dodging Death Pt. 4 – Fiction
Tom and Larry pulled Frank to a seated position in front of the table Dave was on. Kevin handed Larry a bottle of water, which Frank drank from. The men were quiet. Frank rubbed his knee, which was the first point of impact on his fall. “That’ll hurt tomorrow,” he whispered, “sorry to do that,ContinueContinue reading “Dodging Death Pt. 4 – Fiction”
Dodging Death Pt. 3 – Fiction
Frank exited the police department an hour later. Chief Dobbin offered some time off. Frank declined, requesting to continue his current caseload. He was especially concerned with a recent murder that happened in the water plant. Earl Kelley was the last operator at the plant two weeks ago. He was found decapitated the next dayContinueContinue reading “Dodging Death Pt. 3 – Fiction”
Dodging Death Pt. 2 – Fiction
Frank Brown sat up in his bed at 4:15am. He touched the other side, expecting to have his wife offer her cheek for a kiss. He felt only the flannel sheets. Frank recalled a strange dream where his son called and said his wife was killed. But it wasn’t a dream… Frank settled into hisContinueContinue reading “Dodging Death Pt. 2 – Fiction”
Dodging Death Pt. 1 – Fiction
The autumn wind ripped down the Main Street of Fishbanks, Maine. Like most New England towns, it was composed of a centralized downtown street surrounded by residential areas. Its Common, known as “Fish Park” had gradually lost its beauty to the gangs of middle school punks. Founded in 1786, following the Revolutionary War, Fishbanks madeContinueContinue reading “Dodging Death Pt. 1 – Fiction”
The Khalate Bombing – Fiction
Prologue: I like drawing maps. In particular, military maps. I like studying how battles were fought. So, I began drawing several iterations of a fictional conflict between two neighboring states. As the drawings progressed, I decided to paint the region as well. This led to the development of the government, culture, and geographical features. EnterContinueContinue reading “The Khalate Bombing – Fiction”
Horn Clan’s Regards
From a prompt: This wasn’t the country he was familiar with. The hills shot up like knives and the air was crisp… The cliffs fell two hundred feet where they met the sea. Jeremiah sat up close to the edge. He pushed himself back like the cliff wanted to eat him. There were few birdsContinueContinue reading “Horn Clan’s Regards”
Finding Forms
Screenplay? Novel? Short story? Poem? How do we discover the form our story takes? An example is my screenplay The French Baker, which chronicles a Frenchman’s experience during WWII. Not only do I still play with the plotline, but I wondered if it craves another form. Would it benefit more as a long-form narrative? TheContinueContinue reading “Finding Forms”
Christianity’s Easter Egg – Fiction
Just south of E80 in Istanbul, hidden beneath Küçükçekmece Lake, and away from the hub of the city, there’s a cave. The entrance is blocked by boulders and kept under observation by obedient servants. In the ComSub, Ahmet carefully navigates the lake’s floor. A grizzly man of forty with equally grizzly stubble, Ahmet has usedContinueContinue reading “Christianity’s Easter Egg – Fiction”