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Category Archives: short story
A Novel Approach
I have wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember (OK, the older I get, the shorter THAT time seems to be!). When I was in high school, I even earned an award for Creative Writing … Continue reading
Posted in creativity, learning, life, Poetry, short story, teaching, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged art, learning, Life, poetry, teaching, writing
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“A Cup of Tears”
It’s been a while since I’ve done any writing. I’ve been busy with all sorts of things the last few months–big remodel of the house (inside and out), traveled to the UK for two weeks, back and forth to the mountains … Continue reading
Posted in family, life, memories, mortality, short story
Tagged Family, growth, Life, life cycle, memories, parents, philosophy, short story
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“Unforgiven”
He was surprised to see me sitting in his recliner in the living room when he got home from work, especially since his wife, my daughter, wasn’t there. She is supposed to be here to greet him and have supper … Continue reading
Posted in domestic violence, family, revenge, short story
Tagged domestic violence, parents, revenge, short story, social commentary, social justice
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“Rocky Mountain High”
My writers group spent a few minutes with a prompt last night. One of the participants explained (and had pictures) that she had recently been hiking in the mountains and came upon a startlingly clean pair of men’s white underwear … Continue reading
“Whiskey Kisses”
It really wasn’t all that far from the barstool to the floor. Still, it took him longer to get there than he thought it might. On the way down he had given up on all the chances of climbing back … Continue reading
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Tagged dealing with death, drunkenness, life relationships, short story, social commentary
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“Morning Meeting”
Gregg Aldus was fuming. The sun was in his eyes as he crawled eastward with the morning rush hour traffic (talk about an oxymoron—there was plenty of rush, and more than an hour), and his sunglasses were on the hall … Continue reading
Howling at the Moon 
“Happy New Year”
The uniformed officer had made his first round of the building. The back door was locked. The front entrance doors were closed, but he could still faintly hear the sacred music of the festivities within. Seemed funny to be having … Continue reading →