warmer days –
pretty young women
shed winter cocoons
Month: April 2013
#quikfic 48
“You want my body?” she asked. “God, yes!” he said. “Good. I want yours.” She drew her gun and fired. “At the bottom of a lake.”
Fiction: An Ever-Present Day in the Woods
“You have come at an excellent time, Mr. Geduld, as I am about to complete this painting.” He shook hands with the writer. “Please have a seat and you may observe. I trust that will be useful for your book.”
“Indeed it will, Mr. Truitt, and let me thank you again for this opportunity.”
Truitt smiled. “The opportunity is mine, Mr. Geduld. To be included in a book about the great painters of our day will be quite the honor.”
“I believe the chapter about the life and work of Peter Bascomb Truitt will be of the greatest interest, sir. Are you painting this still life with your particular method of merely glancing at the canvas?”
“I am, as I will now demonstrate.”
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Quotable 148
Fiction’s about what it is to be a human being.
– David Foster Wallace
haiku 260
spring sleet fills
roof valleys,
potholes
#quikfic 47
“Tell me, Fenster, how is being a ghost working out for you?” “Well, Tom, not so great, actually. I’m barely eeking out a living.”
Quotable 147
The secret to being a writer is that you have to write. It’s not enough to think about writing or to study literature or plan a future life as an author. You really have to lock yourself away, alone, and get to work.
– Augusten Burroughs
haiku 259
in my mind
we are all
still so young
#quikfic 46
Spring and its storms came. But the ghosts went silent and troubled us no more as we exchanged our weary thoughts for the garden.
Quotable 146
All writing is a journey. You take the reader by the hand and you lead him somewhere. And you want to make sure he never lets go of your hand.
– Roger Ebert