Category: IndieInk Stuff
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The Circumference of Time
I remember the year they killed a million buffalo, putting bullets in their brains and their bellies. They’d leave the beasts where they fell, let them rot in the sun, a massacre for profit and for the naked pleasure of stamping something majestic off the back of the earth. I’m told this is a thing…
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Yesterday’s Fifth
The old man raised his empty glass in the direction of the barman, and in a few moments, the waitress had brought him another beer. “Put it on me tab, love,” he said, his Scouse accent standing out like a naked man in the Sistine Chapel, Iowa being as far from Merseyside as to be…
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Pardon As I Squee
I am all giddy and silly today, and I blame it completely on the folks over at IndieInk.org, who have through secret ballot and the reading of chicken entrails voted me as the winner of the March 2012 IndieInk Writing Challenge Editors’ Choice for my little story, Alpha and Omega. I am the woman who…
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It’s An Honor to Just Be Nominated…
Because everyone likes a little positive reinforcement from time to time, I find it quite wonderful to see that I have been nominated twice over at IndieInk.org for their “Writer of the Month” contest, for my little stories The Claw End and Alpha and Omega. I never win anything, but the possibility still makes my…
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The Claw End
It’s hard to concentrate. It could be the alcohol, or it could be the lack of drugs. It could also be the blood loss, or really any combination of the three. I fold myself in half at the waist, my arms behind my back. It’s hard to stay upright, and I’m swaying slightly, left, right,…
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Alpha and Omega
This is not vengeance that I deliver unto the world. It is the inevitable full stop at the end of the species’ paragraph in the book of history. Inevitable. Quite accurate, that word. The end of mankind has been foretold by thousands of people over hundreds of centuries. Eventually, someone had to get it right.…
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Try, Try Again
Jackson just reached Berry in time, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back up onto the curb. A half-second later, a delivery truck rocketed through the space that Berry would have occupied if Jackson hadn’t have pulled him back from the street. “Jesus!” Berry exclaimed, shaken. “That truck could have hit me! How…