Unemployed Imagination.

Fiction. Lots and lots of fiction. #amwriting

Friday, December 29, 2023

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Dear old Dan ...that's what she always called him. Never Dan. She never called me Dan either; it was always Danny. I can hear it now. Al...
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Friday, December 15, 2023

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You weren't there, so you can't feel it, but I can try to tell you about it.  The first thing you have to do is understand the fear...
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Friday, December 8, 2023

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Reggie stepped off the curb with a slight stumble. Anyone watching would likely assume that he had had a few too many drinks. Anyone watchin...
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Friday, December 1, 2023

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I broke your mind and left you stranded. I didn’t give into the shit you demanded. I got it twisted, tied it up. Filled my fucking misery cu...
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Friday, November 17, 2023

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The alarm sounded as the blue and red light cut through the fog of night. We had become accustomed to the sound of alarms. They were no long...
Friday, November 10, 2023

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It was just that feeling. You couldn't change it.  Palms slick with sweat, you couldn't even get a grip that would stick. You were s...
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Friday, November 3, 2023

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You had your eyes closed when the sun burned out. You opened them because you heard the terror around you, the gasps and screams. You felt t...
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