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WRITING SAMPLES
Short Stories
"Christmas Harvest"
This was a 2008 Secret Santa gift written for a member of the Absolute Write forum.
"Captain Mollytibbles, we have a situation."
I looked over the mounds of paper on my desk at Lieutenant Twinkle standing in the doorway. The bells on her red-and-white-striped uniform jingled merrily, but worry made her green face lime, and her pointy ears quivered above her red hair.
I swallowed a sigh. I was hours behind on the days' lists already, and it was still morning. "What is it, Lieutenant?"
"We lost half the crop in field seventeen last night."
I leaped to my feet in shock. "The teddy bears?" Not the bears! They were only two days from harvest.
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"Only One"
I haven't a clue why I wrote this. Maybe it was a dialect practice.
Only one person in the world knows what I done, and I
plan to keep it that way. That’s not hard to do when the rest of ‘em are
dead.
And that warn’t easy, let me tell you. If you think it’s nothin’
to bury five bodies by yourself, well, let’s just say yer smokin’ somethin'
that ain’t tobaccy.
Yer probably wonderin’ how it happened. You got time for
a bit of story, right? Hah! That was a joke, see? Jes’ you sit there and
listen.
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"Scrambled"
This was a short story I wrote for a writing class. I believe the objective was to write something from the point of view of an inanimate object.
OK, so I’m sitting there, freezing my ass off, no clue where I’m at. It’s pitch black in there. And then I’m feeling around and realize, hey, I don’t have an ass. What the hell? And I don’t have hands either. Holy shit, now I’m really scared. I realize I’m sitting in this cup thing, it’s sort of cupping my not-ass, you know? Damn, if only I could see, I says. Wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I say that, bam! there’s so much light I’m freakin’ blind. I mean, damn, what was that, like a 100-watt or something? Before I can get my bearings, this thing grabs me. It’s like this claw from hell or something. But it’s warm, so I think, Well, it can’t be all that bad.
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