I have decided to revert back to my primordial madness which stems from my lack of understanding of anything relevant except to myself and the few imaginary friends I have gathered about.
The bus stops here, there, and down the street, picking up vagrants, the unwashed masses of ignored society, the sleepers, the dreamers, the American soul lost in a sea of acidic backwash from industrial giants.
I sat in the back, my hands in my lap.
I was singing inside my…Continue
I have been writing a book for what seems like half of my adult life. The hardest part has been revising just as other writers warned me. I doubted it at first, especially when struggling to master dialogue and tense symmetry. I have sent my book out twice and instead of a ticker tape parade, I received big fat no thank yous that varied from the apologetic to the terse. A bit crestfallen, I put my book Mermaid away periodically to live life and gather strength to work on…Continue
The girls drove back to the guest house on Costera de Las Palmas, near the Fairmont Acapulco Princess, debating heatedly whether diving with the fat man was an opportunity or a risk. In the evening, after dinner, Cynthia and Taimi were swinging on a swinging lounge sofa, while Lanai was…Continue
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...Okay, so I just wrote this whole post about Fiction Weekend and how to participate, and I'm making an exception already....
Normally, there would be a Prompt post, and then on Thursday or Friday I'd post a Stories List, where participants would announce their stories in the comments section. BUT exceptionally, due to some busy real-life stuff going on, I have to post a single Prompt/Stories List…Continue
Hi Our Salon members,
Some Fiction Weekend participants asked me to create an account for us here, so the Fiction Weekend Club now has two homes: Our Salon, and Open Salon. I encourage participants to check both accounts if they want to read stories by everyone. But no pressure at all - do what feels right to you.
If you don't know about Fiction Weekend, or have heard of it but aren't sure what's up with it, here goes:
Bascially, while our name is the OS…Continue
"Let´s follow this banner plane, I want to know more about Lofty Bank and this financial product they sell," said Clarity.
"Cool, I´m going with you where ethnography is to be uncovered, where is this plane going?" asked Flower.
"Off-road, I think, it´s headed north along Punta Diamante road…Continue
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One look at the calendar confirmed what she had known for weeks. No. That’s not quite true. It confirmed what she knew but had been ignoring. All the signs had been there, but Gabrielle was hopeful that things would be different this year.
Lucy’s silence was always cause for concern. Rarely did it come from just being too busy. More often than not, the busy was an attempt to keep her mind distracted. And it wasn’t that Gabrielle didn’t believe her to be busy. It was just that deep…Continue
During my early college years, it was Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. The review or reputation of the book didn't matter, if Vonnegut wrote it, I bought and read the book. A little later in life it was John le Carré. Sometime after that Graham Greene. Eventually it was Paul Theroux's travel books (but not his fiction) and an intense burst of Bill Bryson's travel books (hell, I even read his book on the English language, The Mother Tongue). [yes, I know -- all white men. deal with…Continue
Summary of the amusement
Lying on a beach in Acapulco, Clarity Nice and new 'Sun on the Rocks' member, ethnographer Flower Parkwood, witness the flight of a crop-duster advertising a high yield deposit offered by a shady Cayman Islands bank, Lofty Bank, represented by a secretive agent known as Buddha Talk.…Continue
He nods goodnight to the guys with the dark glasses, leaving them to serve as sentries on his front porch.
While stepping across that familiar and long-missed threshold he inhales deeply and slowly sighs it out while he quietly shuts the door. It is 7:30 p.m.
She is already there. Her campaign duties ended with a women’s luncheon somewhere in Ohio at around 1:30 p.m. EST. She and the girls are half-heartedly watching MSNBC while they awaited his…Continue
If The Shoe Fits
Everett Cordell was driven from the subterranean life he had known beneath the streets of Manhattan by rising waters from the hurricane. Just like the rats who had grown accustomed to living in a nocturnal world below the city that never sleeps, he was being evicted by the ocean which was moving…Continue
It was in the cold, cold winter of 1982 that I claimed squatters rights to the corner booth. Fran, the owner only shrugged once at my assertion of ownership. Her shoulders were strong, she would have made a reasonable collegiate linebacker if it hadn't been for that being a girl thing, plus her never going to college. It had been nearly six months since I'd been frequenting the 45th st. Cafe on a daily basis. This entitled me status as one…Continue
I cannot tell you what woke me that night. I know that it was not a loud noise. One wakes up differently to a loud noise. Perhaps it was just the soft sssh of an elderly slippered foot on soft stair carpet. Or perhaps a soft groan had escaped the old woman’s tightly pressed lips as she mounted to the landing where I huddled in an overstuffed chair under the glow of the only light that was ever left…Continue
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