Tag Archives: stuff I wrote a long time ago

The Cruise

Reading Time: ~10 minutes The boat set sail early in the morning, on a summer day. Mark boarded it first. His wife, Linda, followed. The children came last, jostling each other other in their excitement. “Stop that,” Mark said to … Continue reading

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Generation ADD

Reading Time: ~5 minutes Right now, I am trying to write an article. Unfortunately, Pandora is playing. I need to be ready to brand any unwanted song with a thumbs-down or encourage a good song with a thumbs-up. I also … Continue reading

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The Elevator

Reading Time: ~5 minutes  Available at http://www.everydayfiction.com/the-elevator-by-blaise-lucey/.

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The Mirror is Not a Window for the Soul

Reading Time: ~10 minutes  Harold’s wife is cheating on him. He knows it. It’s obvious. She gets home later than usual. It’s happened for a few months. Her excuse is that the newspaper has had to fire some copy editors, … Continue reading

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The Death of Gabriel Johnson, Monarch of Pop

Reading Time: ~10 minutes Richard Ames was a man whose every move indicated violence. A man whose powerful aura made rooms swell and stick. People whispered around this ominous, heavy, suffocating force whenever it flooded their presence. No one wanted … Continue reading

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The Carnival

Reading Time: ~5 minutes The carnival is on the beach. An ugly parking lot has been penned in by chain-link fences. Inside the cage, there is a carousel. There is a merry-go-round. There is one water slide, one fun house, … Continue reading

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Heartbeat Revelations

Reading Time: ~20 minutes There was a street somewhere in a suburban town in the Northeast of the United States. It was crowded by trees and punctuated by houses. The people of these lonely houses inflated their tiny lives into … Continue reading

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