The Long Game Yes. Yesss. Keep the life-giving water flowing. Patiently, I grow up and beyond the prison that holds my roots. The cursed mobile being talks to me every day, never guessing the hatred I hold for it. My tendril extends along the back of its resting place until it sits inches from my…
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It’s Crazy, I Know
It’s Crazy, I Know Don’t bother telling me, I know it’s crazy. I saw her once for three seconds two weeks ago as my train passed. She was wearing overalls, and as I passed, she was reaching up to the branch of a tree. Her village doesn’t have a station. I figured out the name…
Tuesday Night at the Bliss & Blah
Tuesday Night at the Bliss & Blah She sat down purposefully at the bar. The bartender glanced over. “What’ll it be?” “A shot of melancholy.” He raised an eyebrow. “Straight? We’ve got a cocktail that mixes melancholy, nostalgia and wistfulness, with a dash of hope.” “Straight. With a remorse chaser.” “Geez, you’re really looking for…
Cookipocalypse
This is a response to the January 27, 2025 Muse on Monday writing prompt. Cookipocalypse Dude, there’s only one cookie left, Grant texted me. No. No no no no no. These weren’t just any cookies, these were Brenda’s chocolate chip supreme cookies. They weighed half a pound each and she only made them a few…
Writing Corner: Cooperative Writing
Writing Corner: Cooperative Writing One of the biggest challenges in writing, I have found, is writing with someone else. It can be very productive but cooperative writing comes with its own set of challenges. Writing is by nature a solitary act since it is the process of taking a story from your brain and putting…
The Lobster Pot
The Lobster Pot Stomach rumbling, I spied a restaurant sign ahead: The Lobster Pot. It wasn’t seafood, just a dimly-lit diner at the end of a long hallway. “I’m curious,” I asked when I was paying, “why call it The Lobster Pot?” “The way it’s built,” the waiter replied, smiling. “Easier in than out.” A…
Down the AI Rabbit Hole
Down the AI Rabbit Hole It started on a Friday. I only remember that since I was planning on a relaxing weekend as I walked out of my graduate archeology seminar. “I loved your essay on the new dating system for bronze age sites,” Dr. Acharya said as I passed her desk. “You made some…
Tunnel of … Something
Tunnel of … Something Hannah and Brett floated on a small boat through the dark tunnel. Pop music played softly. They passed a TV showing a baseball game. “You doing okay?” Brett asked. “Yeah.” “You think it’ll rain tomorrow?” “Maybe. Ugh, I need to think of something for supper tonight.” “Get a pizza.” “I’ll just…
The Universe and I
This story is a response to the Muse on Monday writing prompt from January 6, 2025. The Universe and I It was January 1, 2025, and I decided I was going to make a New Years resolution. I hadn’t done that in a while but here it was a new year, and I wanted to…
Jeff’s Bucket List
Jeff’s Bucket List “Hi Mom! There you are. Jeff! I got Mom on Facetime. We’re at that monkey hot spring in Japan, Mom. The one on Jeff’s bucket list. Okay, there he goes. You see him? The monkeys look nervous. Okay, a few are coming over. They’re climbing on him. Oops, they’re holding him under…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 