Category: Creative writing
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Owen’s Roommate
Owen had seen a lot of night owls in his day, but none of them were human — until now. As soon as the sun set behind the castle across the river, Giles, his human/roommate, headed for the library. There he sat with pen in hand and a blank piece of paper on the small…
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Mug-Z’s
There are three over-sized concrete steps to navigate before I reach the threshold of the doorway that I always trip over. It’s been there every day, just like me, for the past 30 years and I still trip over the same wayward chunk of rubber. This skid-clunk is my trademark. Snickers here, pockets of chuckles…
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The Staff
Joe salivated, imagining what the staff might serve tonight. Lobster Thermidor, a Porterhouse steak… A gong sounds. The guard, Nguyen Trai, slips a half bowl of cold rice between the bamboo bars, as he’d done every evening for the last seven years.
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After Stavros
*** By all accounts, he was a bad idea: √ Charming √ Chick magnet √ Functioning alcoholic √ Commitment-shy. These dubious qualities are exactly what provided Kiera with the impetus for her pursuit. They always had. His velvet brown eyes sparkled silver when he smiled and listened intently to whatever nonsense his customers spewed. Every so often he’d glance her way…
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Cacophony
Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads with Kim from writinginnorthnorfolk. Choose an instrument, give it a characteristic adjective or a personality, and write a poem about it, in any form of your choice. It doesn’t have to be about the instrument or music. But it must include a phrase…
aka, The Abject Muse 