Early Midweek Fiction: In the Airport
Because Early is better than late. I wrote this in an airport (obviously). In the Airport He stared at the man over the back of the seat. His skin was dark, his eyes darker. He watched the man grab a bag of roasted cashews, following his hand. He watched him drink from a plastic cup. The man watched as well, but the boy didn’t notice. The man watched. The boy watched. He watched the man tear the plastic package. He watched the scraps. He saw them. He watched him eat. Hand to mouth. He wondered why the man put the [...]
Midweek Fiction
Another taste of NaNoWriMo 2011. I’ve tweaked it a bit (just a bit). I like this scene. Butter (titled for reference here) The last time I went was with him, just over three years ago. We met there. After a long conversation on a Friday. We met there on Saturday. I brought Nathan. It’s one of the best memories I’d even made with him and it will likely be the best memory he ever has of his grandfather. We sat at our table for four hours. Three generations in one spot. It was as close to a phone call as [...]
Midweek Fiction
I found this on My phone while browsing through old notes late last night in My hotel room. It’s from November of 2010 and I wrote it while walking to the car after seeing someone eating McDonalds near a stairwell on campus. I don’t write poetry, so you’re free to judge, laugh, mock, etc. Eating She ate beneath the stairwell. Alone and open, Luke warm food, Grease, bread, water. Incomplete.
Almost Midweek Fiction
Here’s another round of fiction. This time from NaNoWriMo last year. It’s completely unedited (the tense is all over the place!). I apologize in advance. I’m not crazy about this one as a whole, but I like some of what I have so I thought I’d put it out there for some feedback. I wanted to post Wednesday (being the true midweek mark), but I got caught up in blah blah blah and I didn’t. Untitled He worked third shift until I was twelve. He had two week days off. My mother was a teacher at the middle school. She [...]
Midweek Fiction
This is a bit from My 2010 NaNoWriMo. I like the overall story and I’m spending some time with it, but I’m struggling to get the voice to a comfortable point. It feels like bad noir. It won’t feel that way forever. I edit more each day and I continue to get closer to the tone that I’m looking for. This is not complete. Midweek Fiction It was too hot to sleep so he sat on the roof and smoked to distract himself. That’s how he justified it. He doesn’t like smoking. It’s a time filler more than it is [...]