Little Round Doorways

The boy who usually juggled full Pepsi bottles sold unmarked CD's Tuesday.

"Music or Videos?" asked Daphne, walking from the recycle center.

"Nobody asks that."

Being at the Feminist Rallies Makes Me Feel like a Man

The bra's underwire popped like exploding candy.
           Paz hugged herself, avoided pumping fists, bearded pits, and tried to feel empowered, not cavemannish.


Before I get hate mail, or worse, accused of being an enemy of my own sex, let me say that the message of my story is not anti-feminist. Just anti-radical feminists.

Why is becoming hardened and wild and rude to the opposite gender becoming more powerful? Why do men-eaters feel they've not turned into the monsters they feel are dominating them?

Can You Spell Tourettes?

Soundtrack, cause you know you want one, by Blind Pilot.

David and I have been threshing out a new song (which actually mentions a threshing room floor) called "A Bad Year for Small Animals".

** Please see next post for more details.**

This venture has sent me to Rhymezone a few times and this reminded me of an important rule for writers that I've enforced in my own work, whether for short stories or song lyrics.

First, a lovely anecdote from sixth grade.

One Geography class a fellow student asked my teacher Mr. King if he had Tourette syndrome.

I don't know why you would ask someone who has regular conniptions (who ripped a very expensive atlas from the wall and threw it into the hallway for a forgotten reason) if he had Tourettes, but my classmate was just that stupid.

Mr. King stared at him and said,

"Can you spell Tourettes? Because I don't think you should use words that you don't know how to spell. So for you, that leaves: ooh, uh, and duh."

Tip: don't use words you don't know.

If you have a general idea what it mean, click onto Dictionary.com and familiarize yourself until you can employ it confidently. This rule is especially vital for college students. Every professor and editor can identify thesaurus-driven work. Be smart.

Also, consider this: if you don't know a word, readers will not be affected by it.

Bedwetting Science

"You pee yourself?"

exclaimed the bed-wetter, his piteous suicide ruined.


I'm a little early, but I wrote this a few days ago and I'm not waiting until midnight to post it.

A conundrum has poked his furry head out of the closet. A literary magazine I adore is accepting readers. However, I just started Moleperson Magazine and applied for a second job.

I believe that we here in internetland would say:  >.<

Hint Fiction Friday (Saturday)

Soundtrack stuck in my head by Dear and the Headlights.

As a shout out to the wonderful authors who together make up the Hint Fiction Anthology, I am establishing Hint Fiction Fridays! Woot!

This is a writing exercise for me and an invitation to all (3, probably) of you to post your own hint fictions on my comments page.

Hint Fiction refers to a story of 25 words for fewer that hints at a more complex situation but is a self-contained implosion of emotion.

Thank you, Robert Swartwood!

Tonight I have written such a story as I whiled away time in the box office.

80,000 Fan Haircut by Emily J. Lawrence

The director gave permission. The child star’s hair, I swept, dusted and tucked into my pocket. Daddy’s the hero at last. But, no. UNFOLLOW.