Unemployed Imagination.

Fiction. Lots and lots of fiction. #amwriting

Thursday, October 3, 2019

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Use the prompts if you like.  Bathroom You better put your phone away, brother. This is why I don’t touch other peoples’ phones. S...
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Thursday, September 26, 2019

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Misery Eyes locked to the ceiling, feeding on insecurity, the eyes have it … they see you, they track you. You can’t escape them, and ...
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Friday, September 20, 2019

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I know there's extra kool aid, but I'm not thirsty. I know there's ways to placate the rage, but I don't have a television. ...
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Thursday, September 12, 2019

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The wind came gently through the low, dry branches and the dogs were light and liquid. The water suggested swift currents and deep eddies, s...
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Friday, September 6, 2019

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You can’t see high enough to know any better. You don’t know enough to duck, even. You’ll stare right into the face of everything, and you’...
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Friday, August 30, 2019

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You tap into it and the whole world turns brown, man. Like that color you get when you mix all your paints up. A thick color. A heavy color...
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Thursday, August 15, 2019

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By the time they rang the brass bell, Jep Winters was dead, his wife was no longer a virgin, and Sam John was wearing the leather winner’s ...
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