Author Archives: Micah Gordon
Bl*nk Sp*ces: Kerry
Up on that hill is where you liked to lay best, with your limbs spread out in an unfamiliar way and those poor, poor kids you used to chase below the valleys. When Sunday‘s rolled around I’d call an official day off; I’d wash my jeans and your pillow cases and ever again we’d lounge […]
Bl*nk Sp*ces: Jon
Up Tiger Mountain, there’s an aluminum radio tower and a shotgun shack where poor, Poor Helen broadcasts the Sunday-to-Sunday Audio Peer Review. Poor Helen’s broadcast radius only toes the edge of Tiger Mountain National Park’s pay center and Ranger station, and the only way you can pick up The Show is if you’ve packed a […]
Animals: Kerry
“The apples with the pigs in their mouths,” you repeated yourself assured that I was the one missing the point.
Animals: Micah
Have you forgotten what we were like then? You once called me a tough little cookie.
Challenge #8: Have your seconds first
Sorry this is a little late. After 2 weeks of relative structural freedom, we’ve got a rather restrictive challenge this week. But it’s pretty straightforward nonetheless: Start with a sentence. The succeeding sentence must begin with the 2nd word of its preceding sentence and end with the 3rd word of its preceding sentence (so, therefore, […]
Have Your Seconds First: Kerry
“Why, Mr. Davis, just getting in?” Mister was one of those titles he’d never get used to; he much preferred Josh, Joshua, hell, even just Davis. Was it too soon for that one? It was coming up on his seventeenth year of residency at the Albion Suites; he was sure of it, too.
Have Your Seconds First: Micah
Buckman was rather senile in his old age, and his writing had stopped. Was once quite the well respected and prolific author, but now was downright batty; or doddering, rather. Once, at twenty-seven years of age, Buckman had novels at one and two, respectively, on the best-seller list, and almost a third, but not quite. […]
CHALLENGE EXTENDED
Hey guys, we’re extending last week’s “Seconds First” challenge through this weekend. Moira and I have had a busy week and haven’t gotten a chance to write anything. In fact, Jon’s the only one who’s submitted yet. So let’s see some more pieces. Feel free to submit more than one.
Have Your Seconds First: Jon
He reached lakeside at sunrise. Reached isn’t so much how I’d put it, for he was on his hands and knees when his fingertips finally sunk into mud and knew for sure it was the lakeside. Isn’t so, he kept reminding himself each time he thought the wind on the rocks was the sound of […]
Photos: Andie
1. THE NIGHT OF THE GAY BALLOON Shhhh, shhhh! Okay. Stop it. You’re fine. You’re fine! Just… breathe. I couldn’t see very well, but I felt fat. The air was bouncing around above me, people shifting beneath me. Sometimes I truly worried about my safety in that old apartment building.
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