stories
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Pip: Born To Write — where the blog is the warm-up lap and the novel is the finish line nobody can quite see yet. Mara: That's the territory Chris Chonos is covering lately — the mechanics of building a writing practice, the standalone fiction scenes that practice produces, and the personal reflections that sit underneath…
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Oh, how the hair upon his neck stood on end. There are things in this world that we can’t explain. Tonight was one of those nights for Michelle. She stood in the foyer of an old, abandoned house. How she got here, she has no clue. The last thing she remembers is going to bed…
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As I said before I do a lot of free writing and today I wrote 521 words. I do these in fast spurts to keep the mind active. I collect these pieces to add to the story I am writing. I feel good about this writing exercise and can tell that ideas are starting to…
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Ding! Marty pulled the tv dinner out and looked at it, dropped his head and made the ten foot walk to his couch to eat meat loaf and mashed potatoes again. He had been out of his parents house for six months a missed his mother’s cooking, but he had to get out on his…
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The wind blew and the leaves swirled across the ground. The dust devils picked up loose paper as if they wanted to big brothers that tore apart people’s lives. I stood watching the events before me with wonder as if I was seeing the destruction of a small town, my town not many months earlier.…
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There is no rhyme or reason for my actions. The time just seemed to be slipping away as I curled up on the floor, curled in a ball. The fear penetrated me and caused me to shake and shiver. I looked to the floor-length mirror and could see the emptiness in my eyes. It must…
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The air was full of the aroma of amazing food. It wafted into the dining room where the eager patrons waited to be served the world-class food prepared by Chef Phillipe. He had recently moved from Paris to the small, quaint town of Neenah, Wisconsin. The small town, with its bar food, fast food, and…
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Mikey sat at the table leaning over his color book, working aggressively. When I looked over his shoulder to see his work, I was shocked that the only color on the paper was black. He looked up quickly and didn’t say a word. I ruffled his hair and turned back toward the oven to finish…
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There is no reason to believe anything will happen tonight. I open my laptop and can only hope for the best. I suppose the words could just flow onto the page, but I know that won’t happen. I think I will need to have a drink to stay awake and go to the kitchen and…
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“Let’s meet at the mall,” Blake told me just before he hung up, “Ok,” I said to no one and put the phone in my back pocket. He sounded despondent and down since his girlfriend had passed away earlier in the month and figured he might just have to talk some things out. I grabbed…