Flannel: Short Story Part 1 of 4

His hands were rough and he smelled like dirt and rotten peaches at the end of every day. Gary Henderson was a laborer, and an old one at that. His wife Nelly and he lived in a small house owned by the orchard and farm they tended. Nelly minded the main house and the Whitmore... Continue Reading →

Abandoned Goals: First Time Writer

A blank slate. I have read many writers fear a blank page, writers block, and the end of ideas. Being new at the writing game [like, a brand spanking new], I find the ideas are flowing faster than I can type. My thoughts rapidly fire, waking my fingers to action as they feverishly slap the... Continue Reading →

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