short stories
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It’s December 1st, and I did not win NaNoWriMo this year, just as I have not won it in the past three years that I’ve made the effort. I have to admit, though, I made a hell of a good showing and got much more dedicated, focused, and further along than I have in any…
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“And so they continued up the gradual slope toward the stables, while Gilferen contended with the knot of dread in his stomach. It wasn’t exactly the gobbits that caused it, or even the dangers and discomfort of the desert ahead of them. It was just a good, old-fashioned bad feeling and he glanced toward the…
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“Naturally, it was with those final words that the gobbit released a massive sneeze, narrowly missing Taluin’s outstretched hand with a trajectory of thick, milky mucus. Placidly, it licked what remained dripping from his nose. ‘Oh, yes,’ Gilferen murmured, almost losing his straight face thanks to Locke’s snickering. ‘They’re just lovely.’” Hello, everyone! Today is…
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“As Gilferen contemplated the city disappearing behind them and the sand and sky stretching ahead, Locke gripped his sleeve for support. Faintly, Gilferen sent a grin his way. ‘This is absolutely insane, isn’t it?’ he asked. We’re actually going out there. We’ve all got to be stark raving mad.’” It looks like it’s my week…
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“She said they would talk, but, only a few moments after Kadue had started to gentle stroke her hair, she had fallen into a deep, undisturbed, and desperately needed sleep. He stayed with her the entire night, helping her back into her shackles when the morning inevitably came.” I’ve said it before and I’ll probably…
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“Locke felt as though they were like wild dogs, circling each other with bared teeth, trying to pick up the scent of who would attack first.” Today’s check-in will be a pretty brief one. I’m a little bummed because my plans to spend most of the day working on my writing and getting this new…
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“‘Of course, Lyndsey, of course.’ He smiled, swirling the red wine in his glass. ‘We often rely on others to make our most important decisions. There’s no reason to be ashamed of this.’” (Christine Sneed, “Quality of Life”) “The Best American Short Stories 2008” edited by Salman Rushdie and Heidi Pitlor I’ve always been a…
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“Carefully, slowly, he stood, knowing that the world would spin crazily around him when he did. He sucked in a breath to keep himself afloat in the swirling vertigo and counted to ten. He opened his eyes and exhaled. He was dizzy, nauseous, and he’d started to sweat, but he was standing and ready to…
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Happy Tuesday, everyone! I’ve had two glorious days off of work (which sadly ends today) and I didn’t want to say anything before, knowing that I’ve been terribly lazy and generally not feeling well, so I didn’t want to have to fess up to not being a very productive writer in those two days. I…
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I did it! Hooray! Okay, so maybe the climbing a mountain motif is a little hyperbole here, but despite slacking off on the whole project (though, really, can you call having to work all the bloody time really slacking off?), I managed to meet my ROW80 goal of finishing a damn story by the end…
L.S. Engler 