Writing for Myself
A dose of micro fiction.
A railroad was built somewhere in Texas to boost the economy, naturally, cheap apartments sprung up on either side almost simultaneously.
Soon, the riffraff moved in. Crime escalated. Local businesses moved out.
No one cared about cleanliness.
Long-time residents moved away. Property values decreased.
Everything was destroyed after that.
My…
Writing for Myself
Yes, I occasionally take a poof.
I recently discovered that I write better when I’m stoned. Unfortunately, all this creative genius strikes when I’m supposed to be sleeping, yes, I sometimes take a poof before I climb into bed. Otherwise, I don’t sleep.
I can compose the best story lines in that state. My mind just…
A Possible Series in the Making
When Pearl saw Moody standing behind the tree, she asked him if he wanted to help or stand there all day. Together, they finished assembling her bed, which would go in the first real bedroom she ever had to herself. Once that was done, she laid down on the grass…
