(I wrote this back in late ’01 and early ’02.)
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Her name was Michelle and he loved her.
(I wrote this back in late ’01 and early ’02.)
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Her name was Michelle and he loved her.
Since no one actually pays attention to me on Twitter, I started posting Random Snippets of Dialogue from stories that I will never write. That morphed a bit over that initial 10 posts to something slightly more interesting to me – Twitter-sized character studies. In effect, short stories of 140 characters or less. This is the fourth bunch of 10 that I have posted so far.
(Originally posted on Blogmaster2000.com)
While attending CES in 2011 for work, I tweeted my adventures, but since I am fundamentally a very boring person in real life, I figured it made sense to tweet my fake adventures too, just to make it interesting to others. Here are my #FakeCES tweets (my real #CES tweets are super boring). Continue reading
(This is a short flash fiction story that I have been trying to write for the last year. It is kinda my epistle on the Singularity.)
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There was a smattering of applause, but he was unable to determine the source.
“Nice work, team.” Different voice. Louder. Closer? Familiar. “Let’s run some checks and see if he is there.” Continue reading
Since no one actually pays attention to me on Twitter, I started posting Random Snippets of Dialogue from stories that I will never write. That morphed a bit over that initial 10 posts to something slightly more interesting to me – Twitter-sized character studies. In effect, short stories of 140 characters or less. This is the third bunch of 10 that I have posted so far. Continue reading
Since no one actually pays attention to me on Twitter, I started posting Random Snippets of Dialogue from stories that I will never write. That morphed a bit over that initial 10 posts to something slightly more interesting to me – Twitter-sized character studies. In effect, short stories of 140 characters or less.
This is the second bunch of Random Snippets, but the first bunch of Short Stories.
Since no one actually pays attention to me on Twitter, I just started posting random snippets of dialogue from stories that I will never write. I will post these here as I reach a new batch of 10 for now on.
(This is the first installment of a series of short stories I want to write that take place in a world in which Santa is real, as are all of the rest of our Holiday cultural representatives, but maybe not in the form that we are most familiar. )
(My first structured stand-up comedy set that I put together for an Open Mic at a local club about 5 years ago with a good friend. I bombed, he performs all over now.)
(This is a short story that I wrote several years ago for a Flash Fiction group that I participate in on Facebook.)
The General stood on the hill and gazed out. The distant memories of that early morning still played out in front of him. Absently, he pulled at his short beard as the sun broke the horizon and began to flood the plain with morning. The shadows of the many tombstones stretched out, as if reaching to him in supplication.