Category: Creative Writing

The Witch of Ramí

For those of you who enjoyed my last sketch, ‘Is there any work for a young not-a-witch?‘, here is a new segment I wrote for it this morning. Enjoy!

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Is there any work for a young not-a-witch?

Please enjoy this sketch I wrote this morning. And for those who celebrate it: Have an observant Memorial Day.

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A Game of Flap-Dragon

Hard soles clop along the sidewalk stirring up gasoline vapor and sweet oak. A pair of once-black leather bootees with no laces, their vamps deeply worn, shuffle along the cement. A pewter mug, tied through its handle by silk thread, rolls and flops against the holed sides of a gray wool coat with each sway of the hips; its contents shake like a lazy maraca.

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The Summer Faire in Cobblestern Market

All the roads run parallel in the Berzin Straight and are fastened from the slick-black pebbles that bed the Salted Sea. Their dark surface vacillates under the heated nausea of a summer’s day, so from the apartments above you can imagine yourself drifting down Black’s River. Each road is separated from its neighbor’s by towering beige apartment buildings, which themselves are separated within—by thick plaster walls—from the residents of the other through-roads, so as to maintain the ‘integrity’ of each diverse culture.

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About last night…

The man marches to the bedside table and tears open the drawer. “Is this what you want Jadyn?”

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Hell Fire on the Mississippi

Dick saw the boats first and called out in his high weasel’s voice, “Der! Mista’ Sho’man! Deres dem hell fires sho’!” Sherman yanked up the reins on his courser and blocked the sun from his eyes as he looked up river. At first his eyes were thin and still, and the boys began talking low to each other.

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But now I depart from the comfortable realm of earthly reality into dizzying insanity…

Here is a scene sketch I put together for you this evening. Enjoy, and thank you for reading.

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As you escape on highway 92…

I wanted to play a little bit with POV this morning. Enjoy.

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60 second prompt: Metro

On the metro, the five-line, I hit a cool breeze, seven-foot tall and made of fine china. I meet a diva, a goddess, something outside the line, outside the cement and the metro.

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Midnight in Barcelona

I wrote this story sketch for you today about a group of young men who roam the midnight streets of Barcelona in hopes of discovering a good time. Enjoy!

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