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Continue reading →: Nothing MuchRead time: 1 min. Her phone charger scratched on the pillow next to her ear. It should’ve sounded like a record needle scraping the vinyl while a DJ threw a conniption fit and passed it off as music. Instead, it sounded like her father using a straw broom on an…
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Continue reading →: Formative experiences and how long they stay that way
Read time: 2 mins. An edited excerpt from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest. Nasrin examines her journal from the relevant time period, a wood-covered volume of vellum. The tome hovers before her face, pages rapidly flipping. Nothing appears of the incident she has in mind. In fact,…
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Continue reading →: Nailed ItRead time: 2 mins Content warning: mild self-harm “How’d you grow your nails so long?” an overexcited restaurant server had asked three months ago. Judith hadn’t noticed her fingernails’ length until that comment. She’d previously kept them short to counteract her tendency to claw her own skin during tense moments.…
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Continue reading →: Rise and Sort of FlickerRead time: 1 min. Judith had gotten so she could only really sleep cocooned in Unrevealed’s velvetesque wings, with Unrevealed’s hands caressing her midriff and Unrevealed’s spiced rum breath sighing lullabies into her ear. Waking up still immersed in such cozy splendor made mornings nicer but made leaving bed for…
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Continue reading →: Novel Excerpt: ArrowsRead time: 1 min. An excerpt from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest. “A fire demon in the forest? I do not expect you to get frightened by children’s tales.” “With respect, Sir, children’s tales don’t fire bloody arrows.” “Keep a civil tongue in your head when you…
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Continue reading →: Now What?Read time: 1 min. Judith sits with her feet on the couch’s headrest and her head propped on an ottoman. She holds a clear, yellow-cored pearl above her face. “You didn’t tell me success would destroy my worth.” Valencia sits atop her desk, sipping brandy from a conch shell. “Elaborate.”…
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Continue reading →: HarmonicaRead time: 1 min. I am not the violinyou built yourself to play.You would not have chosensuch a cumbersome instrument.I’m the dime store harmonica you won at karaoke. Don’t cut your lip on the quickly cut metal. A single breath from you,minimal back-and-forth,will draw you songs from meI never would’ve…
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Continue reading →: Practicing a PageantRead time: 1 min. Only twelve more days Until the night arrives.The list has twice been checked, And ninety-nine more times to go.So many parents bringing wishes; Children dreamingInstead of learning lines.Mrs. Shepherd wants her little star in the lead, But dear Gabriel won’t listen to direction.I’ll have to ask…
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Continue reading →: Writing RetreatRead time: 1 min. You write by the beach. At least, you try to. The pen won’t move. Presumably you could speak the words, but no one stops to hear them, and that still wouldn’t make the pen move. Anyway, you’ve got no words to speak. You don’t even see…
Hello,
I’m David
I’m a full time Instructional Systems Designer and a free time Creative Writer. I hold a PhD in instructional design and development, an MA in writing, and a BA in writing and theology. My current creative focus is on honoring nature and our connection to our environment. My pronouns are he/they.
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