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Here is a new scene sketch I wrote this morning about some friends around a campfire. Enjoy. The night bugs trilled in their bushes and the moist air collected on my back. Sierra stirred her Jack and Coke with a bubblegum-pink nail; she smiled, guided a strain of hair from her face, and laughed at something Kai said. Kai laughed and coughed until his freckled face flushed and splotched like a...

Here is a scene sketch I wrote this morning. Enjoy! — “Dad they’re here. Dad they’re here, get up.” Knock—knock—knock—“Mr. Padilla?” “Tell them to go.” Knock—knock—knock—“Mr. Padilla, your daughter’s told us you’re hurt. Are you able to unlock this door? Are you having an emergency?” “Dad!”...

Hello you! Here is a quick scene sketch I whipped up for you this evening. Enjoy! — “It’s beautiful.” Payton laughs. “I mean it. Not like your other songs. It’s real, I feel it under my skin. With the headphones—wow.” Her shape wavers on the edge of his vision. “Shit Reagan.” “What?” “Shit.” Payton closes his eyes...

Here is a little scene sketch I did this evening. Enjoy! — A man in a grey suit and handcuffs waits with his hands folded and feet crossed under a cold metal table. He taps his thumbs together and glances around the room. A pale blue door opens and a man in black trousers and button up shirt comes in. He is thirty-five, forty, with greased black hair and a square stubbled jaw. He lets the...

We sat and dripped sweat in the honey heat, listened to Mic D on the upright, and Mama Tracery checked on each table one by one. “Samuel,” Mama Tracery said, “you’re going to start paying a maintenance tax on those fritters if you don’t slow down boy; I spent my last penny on those broken legs.” “Yes ma’am,” Samuel said through bits of fried...

“I can’t believe we made it out of there for under thirty bucks,” Delilah said. “It’s too early to talk about money,” I said. “I should be sleeping right now, not ‘Sunday shopping’ and pushing carts in the hot sun.” “Don’t be a baby.” She clicked something in her pocket and a black BMW’s tailgate floated open...

I sat on the couch with a glass of two-dollar Cabernet. Sheldon came in at twelve forty-five with his shoulder’s rolled forward and back facing me. His head hung to one side as he fumbled at the lock. I didn’t cry, crying ends it before we can begin. I needed him to hear this. And like it or not, the drink might help. I asked him how work was. Sheldon pawed through the refrigerator, a...

Prompt: One good turn deserves another. —Aesop’s Fables — All I could see was gold and hot-white, and in the middle of it all, the most incredible figure I’d ever seen. The Spanish sun bleached away everything on that lost island, but not him. Its rays splashed all around his tall silhouette, but the pirate’s sword swung so wide and sliced so fine that it split that sun...

Here is a scene sketch I wrote this morning. Enjoy! — “What’s this, Arnie?” I said. “A note, genius.” “Who from?” “Boss.” I peeled the note off the counter and read as I headed into the back. It said I had received an official warning for poor work performance; that my drawer had been short three days in a row, and that, by accumulation...