Tag: Writing
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Key? What key?
Marcus woke up hungover, handcuffed to a steering wheel, and missing his Ray-Bans. The key belongs to Eric. Eric is somewhere over the Pacific. And Doug? Doug wants a breakfast burrito. Some mornings just go sideways from the first click.
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Three Feet
Fran drives to the far end of the Walmart parking lot every time. The walk tells her more than any interview. Thomas Sudameyer IV has a Patek Philippe on his wrist and a 2:30 he keeps mentioning. He’s about to find out that how you treat a cashier, a cart pusher, and a stranger in…
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Theology Or Horror. Who’s Driving?
Patrick Holloway walked into that book club with four good points and a disciplined spine. Candice Pruett walked in with rubber bands and color-coded tabs. One of them was more prepared than they knew. The best lessons don’t come from conferences. They come from rooms like this. Theology or Horror. Who’s Driving? New post. Five…
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The Word Got Very Tired
“I was this close.” Danny shows the gap between his thumb and forefinger. “I had it on me. I just. I couldn’t.” “None of us did.” Ray’s voice is flat. The woman at the counter picks up her phone. Nobody moves. They have ten minutes. Maybe less. And everything that comes after depends on what…
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A Brief Inconvenience
Is it worth it to show up? Misery loves company. We lied. We just didn’t want to be alone. Showing up depends on what you’re carrying.
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Treatment. Or Freedom.
He thought he threw away 8 months sobriety. From a broken chair she offered grace. I almost kept walking. Three people. One hallway. And a lesson none of us can afford to miss.
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When Nobody’s Watching
The afternoon sun hit her face. Keys in hand, she did the math. Rent in nine days. Electric past due. Javier needed new shoes. Not wanted. Needed. Forty-three dollars in checking. Then she saw it.
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Which Direction Leads Home
Once, a long time ago, I had a friend. He was someone who I knew didn’t agree with me on, well, pretty much everything, including politics. He called me an idiot for believing the way I did, and it was people like me who made it harder for people like him to give away money,…
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White Paint
Pledge wood cleaner. The scent of lemon washed over Marla the second she stepped through the church doors. A sharp citrus scent and underneath it, something much older, mustier, harder to scrub away. Old hymnals. Wool carpet. The smell ancient churches accumulate whether they want to or not. It’s a smell Marla notices because she…
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The Witness
Oliver walked out of Henderson Hardware into the late May afternoon, a plastic bag in one hand and a crowbar in the other. He wore what he always wore for weekend projects: khaki cargo shorts, a faded Cardinals t-shirt, and the old New Balance sneakers Sarah used to tease him about. She’d been gone four…
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The Missing Building – Part III
The shower didn’t help. Twenty minutes of hot water, and I still couldn’t figure out what to say to Agent Johnson. Or whoever he really was. After eight men show up at 3 AM looking for my cousin Ruby, I need answers. But when I dial the number on his business card, nothing is what…
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The Missing Building – Part II
An impossible photograph and a woman who knows too much. A grandfather dead for thirty years, alive. Paul’s quiet retirement? It’s over.
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The Missing Building
One unexpected photograph lands on the table at Dan’s Drive-In Diner, and the building in the picture? It might not exist anymore.
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He Knows My Name
A stranger in Pioneer Square quotes lines from banned books. Ink-stained fingers. Knowledge of old stories makes him dangerous. But it’s what he knows about me that turns my blood cold. In a world without books, how does he know my name?
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Say It Out Loud
Healthy relationships start when we learn to say what we actually need instead of hoping others will figure it out.
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Why You Are a Story Worth Telling
A quiet moment at Flaming Geyser State Park. A question to my dad. A camera around his neck. I didn’t know then how much that day would teach me about storytelling and why our ordinary lives might hold the most extraordinary stories of all. What if the one you’ve been carrying is the one someone…
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