Unemployed Imagination.

Fiction. Lots and lots of fiction. #amwriting

Friday, January 29, 2016

2 minutes. Go!

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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Friday, January 22, 2016

2 Minutes. Go!

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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Thursday, January 21, 2016

Him

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He was not cruel, he was empty - a vessel - you could blow across his head like a foghorn salute. It was not fair to hate him. Had he been s...
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Friday, January 15, 2016

2 Minutes. Go!

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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Friday, January 8, 2016

2 Minutes. Go!

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Too-Thin Skin & Shambles

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The man was not as old as he felt; he felt ancient. He felt like a shrunken head. He felt like the back room of a natural history museum - d...
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Friday, December 18, 2015

2 minutes. Go!

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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