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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: Highwaymen 3 - conclusion
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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Saturday, January 5, 2013. Highwaymen 3 - conclusion. McKenna and the young father returned to a grateful family. Sarah had put the children, Rebecca all of seven years and Leah age eight, to work kneading the evening bread. Though rattled by the horrible events of that afternoon, the three had recovered considerably from the trauma as they busied themselves with the tasks of living. Oftentimes they would call on McKenna to join them at play on top of the sandy plateau, thou...
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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: November 2012
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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Wednesday, November 21, 2012. The grating sound of shrill beeping shattered the silence, reverberating off the corrugated metal walls of the narrow, dimly lit room. He awoke with a start, fumbling with the buttons of his Diver’s Timex. 8220;Six-thirty” he groaned, “Time to start a new era.”. 8220; Wake up sleepy head. 8230; I’ll go roust the kids.”. He propped her up in the cot, attempting to ease her into consciousness, to which she responded with a gentle descent back.
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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: The Morning After
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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Wednesday, November 21, 2012. The grating sound of shrill beeping shattered the silence, reverberating off the corrugated metal walls of the narrow, dimly lit room. He awoke with a start, fumbling with the buttons of his Diver’s Timex. 8220;Six-thirty” he groaned, “Time to start a new era.”. 8220; Wake up sleepy head. 8230; I’ll go roust the kids.”. He propped her up in the cot, attempting to ease her into consciousness, to which she responded with a gentle descent back.
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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: The Kensington Vault
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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Monday, November 12, 2012. Elias raced through the streets. Determined to arrive at the ICU to speak. His aged mentor one last time. The pair was part of a. Consortium dedicated solely to the resolution of the greatest puzzle made by human hands. Prospering greatly in all manner of human endeavors, the Kensingtons maintained only one stipulation be passed on to the next generation, every man. Must have access to these riches as long as he rightly answers but one question.
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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: Service with a Smile
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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Saturday, November 17, 2012. Service with a Smile. Claude Adams had seen many years in his lifetime with precious few remaining, though admittedly, the majority of them were rather uneventful. Such couldn’t be said for those most recent however, since Claude was enjoying a whirlwind of instant celebrity as of late. A modest man, he preferred the simple, familiar life at first imposed. Caroline readied the car for a very special appointment arranged weeks in advance by her em...
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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: January 2013
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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Sunday, January 13, 2013. The following is my account of an incident that I experienced as an Auto-Track Radar Repairman in the USAF. Names were either modified or omitted for the usual reasons. Sgt Deniro stood beside the scoring easel stirring his coffee as I rifled through the night’s work orders. With a signature tap, tap, tap. Of the spoon against the rim of his cup, a call came over the operations radio. Deniro gave him the bad news and with a grumble, the pilot announ...
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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: December 2012
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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Monday, December 17, 2012. Joseph settled into the drafty log structure after a thorough going over with broom and shovel. The sand and debris had accumulated three inches thick in the corners and edges due to its open state of neglect. Furnishings were few; a couple of reed-seated side chairs and a frontier bench, but only one item remaining was a necessity, the broad topped cast iron stove, centrally located in the living space. Joseph’s mechanically minded eye easil...
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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: Highwaymen 2
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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Monday, December 17, 2012. Joseph settled into the drafty log structure after a thorough going over with broom and shovel. The sand and debris had accumulated three inches thick in the corners and edges due to its open state of neglect. Furnishings were few; a couple of reed-seated side chairs and a frontier bench, but only one item remaining was a necessity, the broad topped cast iron stove, centrally located in the living space. Joseph’s mechanically minded eye easil...
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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: Down on Range
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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Sunday, January 13, 2013. The following is my account of an incident that I experienced as an Auto-Track Radar Repairman in the USAF. Names were either modified or omitted for the usual reasons. Sgt Deniro stood beside the scoring easel stirring his coffee as I rifled through the night’s work orders. With a signature tap, tap, tap. Of the spoon against the rim of his cup, a call came over the operations radio. Deniro gave him the bad news and with a grumble, the pilot announ...
