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Mouse

Posted by stacy on April 20th, 2009 filed in FreeWrite!, Writing

The well-used vanities in the back room at Mamba’s were smeared with red lipstick.  Hairspray-slathered mirrors trapped flies that had hoped to find relief from the dry East Texas heat inside the dark, wet jungle of the strip club. There was only one dressing station, Ruby noticed, in the far corner by the washroom, which [...]

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FreeWrite: Betty Likes to Break

Posted by stacy on July 11th, 2008 filed in FreeWrite!

sooo,
Now that my first write-a-thon story is drafted, I wanted to cleanse my palette a little before moving on to the next one. Here’s another free-write exercise. 400 words from the pov of a character put in a new situation via a witness protection program.
Betty did bombs. Explosives. Fucking grenades. [...]

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FreeWrite: Undiscovered Talent

Posted by stacy on June 19th, 2008 filed in FreeWrite!

My goal here was to simply write 500 or so words about an incident between a teacher and a student in which the teacher learns something.  Have at it:
 “It’s a long way, Mr. Davis.”  Meep squinted, peering across the gorge.  The west wind fluttered against his eyelids, peeling them back.

“It’s a puddle.” I elbowed him [...]

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So, ya. About that.

Posted by stacy on June 18th, 2008 filed in FreeWrite!, Writing

 Have been putting off things and stuff.  Procrastination is one of my life’s passions, which is kind of torturous, because at the same time, I have no patience. 
Anyway, The whole working for myself thing is going well, but I’m still having trouble with the whole writing for myself thing.  I promised myself I would do [...]

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Manticore Vs. The Fresh Market

Posted by stacy on October 14th, 2007 filed in FreeWrite!

When the lights went out, Kimbo knew where to run. For all his faults, for all his hypocrisy and poorly-clipped ties, he understood the anatomy of a good deed.
This one just happened to have particularly strong jaws.
Wheezing across the grocery store’s squeaking tiles, through the throngs of blindly groping hands, the blasting [...]

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