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I ran a google search on “photo of the day” and this was the first photo that came up. I thought it might be a fun little exercise to pick a photo then write about it. Clearly this wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I sat right here at this desk that…
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It’s cold. The sun shines and yet we still shiver. The cold is hard work on the body, and the body reacts to the cold. The mind reacts in the same way. Either reactive or proactive. We either prepare for the weather or we suffer from it. The same can be said about how we…
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Recently, a dear friend of mine asked me if I remember the 70’s. She explained to me how much we have changed since then. Instantly I believed that to be an obvious statement. And then I really thought about it. Have we changed for the better? “Back then we had real mayo in the fridge…
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When I was young; maybe 5 or 6, our home caught on fire. An aerosol can had come too close to the furnace and exploded. It wasn’t a huge fire and certainly not life threatening for any of us but it was very frightening. I recall being held first by my sisters and then by…
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I decided to dust off an idea I had a few years ago. This is the beginning. Let me know what you think. Prologue Mexico City, Mexico Zocalo Square 1944 Camilla Rosas set up her stand in the middle of the square, with a breathtaking view of the Basilica de Guadeloupe; her…
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Here, where my words mean the world but actions are meaningless. My eyes continue to deceive me as I toil about the broken home of my once happy childhood. Dishes still sat on the rotted wood of the dinning table. My toys, strewn about the floor; resting where I last abandoned them decades prior. I…
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A self-indulgent essay in several parts. Please bare with me… Part 1 The smell of diesel and tar. The comforting feeling of finally getting out of your uniform. Having a smoke and chatting with the other corps before the busses leave. To where? You can never remember where you’re corps is headed next. Another…
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I sat on a rickety old chair inside the garden this morning and watched as the birds circled overhead as if waiting for me to die. Soon enough I tell them. What else is there to my life now? All happiness has vacated. I walk the halls of this lonesome home wondering where I went…
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West Minster Abby My first attempt at the great American Novel Chapter 1 The moon waxed purple and silver. It was a vision I’d never witnessed before. I have seen many strange and wonderful things here since I arrived ten years ago but never a purple moon. I’ve seen a harvest moon; with…
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Winifred Melancholy Chapter 1 Patrick Wells could not believe his dumb luck. He always knew that bad luck seemed to follow him wherever he went: it was his destiny. He knew from the beginning that this project would be a challenge, but never once did he imagine that it would be anything like this. …
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Just a little taste of what’s to come. And I’m not 100% sold on the title. What had he done? Without reason I turned around. There – propped against the refrigerator; blood still pouring out of the hole in her neck – was my Mother. In her left-hand was a pen. Her…
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New story idea. It began like a movie; slowly at first – giving you time to settle in to the idea, the plot. I always knew that I was different. I knew that I had followers. But as I got older the memories of the past become elusive like the smell of a distant lilac…
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This is a story I’ve been working on for many years. The plot has change several times. Enjoy chapter 1. And why is Simms a popular surname with me? 1 June 1985 It was dark inside the bag; dark and cold. Instantly frightened, she began to panic. Tears flowed and…
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There’s something there; out of my reach. I can smell it like the wind during a summer rain. Something black out of the corner of my sight. Black like fear. Black like death. I spin to venture a look but nothing is there. Hiding? No. Waiting? Yes. For what? Me.
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In my previous post I told you all that I wasn’t going to give anything away. However, the jelly doughnut that I refer to as my mind has changed. I would love to have your thoughts on this. The last thing I recall was going to sleep – in my bed – next to…
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Hey everyone. I’m working on a new story. Not gonna give anything away so you’ll just have to wait.
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With one common goal: to rid the world of evil, and to ultimately fight boredom; a group of school friends open The Treehouse Detective Agency. Led by Jake Mallard (aka The Duck), and designed to solve the neighborhoods most compelling mysteries. Hard at work in the treehouse headquarters and confined to a wheelchair, Jake uses…
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It can’t be said often enough that when Christopher Columbus discovered this hemisphere there were already millions upon millions of human beings here, and heavily armed Europeans took it away from them. When executed on a smaller scale, such an enterprise is the felony we call armed robbery.
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If it smells bad, don’t eat it.
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The warm summer sun was not quite ready to set as the young boy, for the fifth time, ran as fast as he could down the grassy hill behind his house. Each time he reached the bottom; his hands on his knees gasping for a clean breath, he would turn and head straight back up…
Brian Kelly Irons 