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Tag Archives: Fiction
Shady Acres — The End
Chapters 1 and 2 are here. Chapters 3 and 4 are here. Chapters 5 and 6 are here. Chapters 7 and 8 are here. Chapter 9. The End “Come on, gentlemen. They’re just about done serving lunch.” “Eh.” Mike … Continue reading
Shady Acres, Chapters 7 and 8
Chapters 1 and 2 are here. Chapters 3 and 4 are here. Chapters 5 and 6 are here. Chapter 7. Gene If he opened his eyes, the sun would hurt, and he would be reminded of where he was. … Continue reading
Shady Acres, Chapters 5 and 6
Chapters 1 and 2 are here. Chapters 3 and 4 are here. Chapter 5. A Quiet Night As darkness descends on Shady Acres, there’s one more stop to make before we shut this down for the day and see … Continue reading
Shady Acres, Chapters 3 and 4
Chapters 1 and 2 are here. Chapter 3. A Kitchen Surprise “Here it is,” the clerk said, in front of the door with 20D in bronze lettering above the peephole. “Thanks, Stanley.” “Let me know if you need … Continue reading
Shady Acres
This is not a new story. I wrote it a number of years ago and published it in one of my short story collections. An event today reminded me of it. So, thought I’d share. The story, in its entirety, … Continue reading
Rifat Had A Dream
“Papa. I’m scared.” Sami whispered. “Ssshhh,” his Papa whispered back. “There is no reason to be scared. We will be going soon. Where we will be safe.” They whispered in the dark. In the cold. Their breath creating misty clouds. … Continue reading
Aunt Millie
When I first started blogging, I found a large community of writers and poets. Some of them undertook efforts to post writing prompts and other ideas for writing stories. Somewhere along the line those prompt efforts seemed to have dried … Continue reading
The President’s Men
Months ago, I had a dream. The only part of the dream I remembered was this — my sister calling me and telling me she was taking the jump. That brief memory of a dream turned into The Jump. I … Continue reading
The Smokers Club
While I struggle with writing new stuff, I’m working on submitting existing stories. One of my current projects is to put together a collection of short stories for consideration by Willow Springs Books, which is running a contest for the … Continue reading
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Tagged Fiction, Mark Paxson, Short Story, The Smokers Club
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Who Is Maureen Nesbitt?
Another oldie, written back when I was writing a lot. I post this while I ponder and make slow progress towards another piece of The Jump. Who Is Maureen Nesbitt? Who is Maureen Nesbitt? A thought passed through my … Continue reading
