@thoughtboxes I'm a little behind on this - but the new Thoughtboxes looks fantastic! #
April 14th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
The world pitched and rolled beneath Edgar Snatch as he walked toward the narrow trees at the edge of the forest. He could feel Laura’s eyes on him, and rather than the glee he’d had moments before, he felt a deep dread seated in his stomach.
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April 14th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
The final six issues of the Edgar Snatch serial will be released over the next couple of weeks. Stay tuned.
Snatch opened his eyes and prepared to answer the Question Queen’s questions, but his eyes opened to a different setting than the one he expected.
His hands were cuffed and he sat in the rear seat of Laura’s squad car. He peered through the divider and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, between his teeth.
Laura drove in silence.
“What’s going on?” Snatch asked. His voice dragged itself through the muggy humidity of the thick air in the police car.
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April 5th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
It’s been a while since I posted something to this blog of mine. In the time since my previous post, I haven’t had very much time to write or work. Slowly, I’m immersing myself back into a schedule of healthy freelancing and writing on my own projects. I want to take a moment to share with you my two newest stories. They are flash fiction written for the Twitter #FridayFlash group.
Cubicles and Brimstone
“My greatest weakness? Uh, I’ve been known to be quite stubborn, to the point of clashing with upper management.”
“Oh?” Mr. Moulton asked. He slipped a pair of reading glasses from his jacket pocket and leaned the spectacles carefully against his nose, so he could look over the simple one-page resume.
Continue reading Cubicles and Brimstone.
Spasms
The ring finger on Isaac’s left hand twitched for the third time in a day which concerned him greatly. He stared down at his hand and watched the finger for a short period. No spasm ran through his hand while he was watching, but he was sure that the tiny hairs right above his second knuckle were brimming with excitement. He squeezed his eyes shut, wrote the movements off as his imagination, and returned to his work.
Continue reading Spasms.
Over the coming weeks, I plan to retool this blog and bring the primary focus to my fiction.
October 15th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink
It’s often hard to find time to devote to your personal writing, especially after a long day at work or when inspiration runs a bit thin. Everyday life is sometimes a writer’s worst nightmare when trying to find time to work on that novel, blog post or short story. To help fill the time in between larger chunks of writing, many have turned to shorter fiction, sometimes to the extreme, in order to stay inspired and creative. I wanted to give you five sites that will keep you writing, even if extra time is not your strong suit. Each site on this list is a bit different, but they all focus on one thing: Short fiction that will keep you writing.
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October 13th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink
Snatch blinked and squeezed his eyes shut until bright splotches of color splashed behind his eyelids. He sucked a deep breath in past his dry lips and forced his eyes open.
The Reaper, in his old farmer guise, looked at him.
“I just don’t know who Danielle is,” Snatch whispered.
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October 5th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink
I regularly exercise my creative muscles with short flash fiction written specifically for the #fridayflash Twitter group. Here are the last three stories written, from my flash fiction blog, Telling Creative Lies.
September 29th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink
“A Man Called Edgar Snatch” usually releases new updates each Wednesday. There will be no Edgar Snatch update today, but updates will resume as of next week on Wednesday – October 6th, 2010.
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September 22nd, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink
Snatch heard his heart thudding in his chest. He didn’t feel his heart thumping in his ribcage.
He truly heard it.
He looked at the back of his eyelids; his eyes, still closed.
A familiar smell floated under his nose and he swayed in his seat. Dizziness swept through him and made his brain feel as if it shifted from side to side inside his skull. The smell of Vodka, gin, whiskey and rum surrounded him.
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September 15th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink
I’m going to go ahead and admit that I love my computer. I use it for everything. Email, graphic design, television shows and writing. Everything that I do, I depend on my desktop or one of the several laptops I have at my disposal.
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September 15th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink
Snatch looked at the clock and watched the second hand twitch in place as the last charges of the battery died out, and the incessant ticktock gave way to momentary silence. His eyes shifted to the open door.
A bony, well-dressed woman stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. Snatch stared at her hands, knotted and gnarled, and covered in liver spots. He looked up at the woman’s sunken cheeks and hollow, brown eyes.
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