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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. Two boys sat on a hill. August 20, 2014. The image that sparked the story. His mind seem to shout at him. Early yesterday morning they had both gone to the vineyard in order to harvest what they could before the war could come in a crush what still remind of them. What the germans didn’t already devoir or claim as their own. The sorrow he was feeling earlier was still...

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Two boys sat on a hill. | shortstorysaturday

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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. Two boys sat on a hill. August 20, 2014. The image that sparked the story. His mind seem to shout at him. Early yesterday morning they had both gone to the vineyard in order to harvest what they could before the war could come in a crush what still remind of them. What the germans didn’t already devoir or claim as their own. The sorrow he was feeling earlier was still...

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The Painter | shortstorysaturday

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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. January 13, 2013. The red light comes on and the screen slowly lights up. The image of a thin, red haired man appears in the camera’s view finder. He is holding a small microphone and is standing outside the wrought iron gates of a large mansion. A late summer breeze ruffles his hair as he begins his monologue. Let’s find out if the elusive painter really is here!

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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. In Someone else’s shoes. Part one. December 16, 2012. Nuisances. Trouble makers. The “hardcore” criminals of Appleton. The exact people Officer Dickson was on the look out for when the call came in. Hey Jax. What we got? You’d think after a few tries he would just ask for the damn key to the case.”, Jackson said sarcastically. As if on cue, the man with ...And here I ...

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Someone Else’s Shoes… Part 2 | shortstorysaturday

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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. Someone Else’s Shoes… Part 2. December 22, 2012. Shoving his hands deeper into the pocket of his hoodie and shrugging his shoulders up to protect his ears from the vicious winter winds, Will O’Sullivan trudged down the crumbling sidewalk with his head down, trying not to focus on how deep the cold bit into him. Will’s cousin, Trevin opened the door. I ordered a pizza.

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The painter… Teaser | shortstorysaturday

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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. The painter… Teaser. January 5, 2013. Finally, he made it to the drop point. The bag had caught on the points of the fence on its journey over and ripped along one side. The rancid smell of decay wafted up from the contains, killing any hopes of clean, high-end trash. A Return Home: The Story of the Polar Express. The Painter →. January 5, 2013 at 5:24 pm. You are com...

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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. This is an example of a page. Unlike posts, which are displayed on your blog’s front page in the order they’re published, pages are better suited for more timeless content that you want to be easily accessible, like your About or Contact information. Click the Edit link to make changes to this page or add another page. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Two boys sat on a hill.

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The Mountains Amongst Us | shortstorysaturday

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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. The Mountains Amongst Us. January 19, 2013. It was when he stood that he began to think. Thought; the final sense that we omit, it is a sense after all, rational thought takes in what our other senses tell it and processes it into a sense of action, a sense of realization. He then began to take stock of his situation. How had he got here? That he was alone? He continu...

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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. Monthly Archives: August 2014. Two boys sat on a hill. August 20, 2014. The image that sparked the story. His mind seem to shout at him. Early yesterday morning they had both gone to the vineyard in order to harvest what they could before the war could come in a crush what still remind of them. What the germans didn’t already devoir or claim as their own. The sorrow h...

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A Return Home: The Story of the Polar Express | shortstorysaturday

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My attempt to clear my mind using the art of writing. I hope you can find as much enjoyment out of reading this as I do out of writing it. A Return Home: The Story of the Polar Express. December 31, 2012. Why were we sneaking out? Come on, Herbs! Rolly was hissing at me, nearly beside himself with excitement but trying to keep quiet. We have to be there or we’ll miss it! When they talked about Santa, though. He cried, Come on! My trance broken, I scooted over to Rolly, who helped me up the steps onto the...