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Addicted to Headphones
INT. HOUSE – DAY MAN seated at TABLE. Listening to HEADPHONES. Drinking COFFEE from MUG. Sound bleeds from MAN’s headphones. Indecipherable talking. Sound effects from headphones. Screams. Lasers. Swords. WOMAN seated across from MAN. Staring intently at LAPTOP. Drinking COFFEE from MUG which has BRIDE boldly inscribed on its face. WOMAN You’re addicted to headphones. … — read more
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A real man would…
He remembered quietly leaving his seat, pretending the next stop was his. He remembered wanting to be subtle. Not wanting it to seem to the young mother as if he was offering his seat her. He didn’t want the attention. Especially since the young mother’s husband -or boyfriend- called out all men on the train for… — read more
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Fiction Under 500 #2
He quietly shut Marcey’s door before proceeding downstairs to the kitchen with his laptop. His woman was tired. She had a long day. Was referring to Marcey as his woman sexist? He thought before quickly digressing the thought. He opened his word processor… “Just write whatever,” He urged himself before he started typing. “Something about a guy approaching… — read more
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Fiction Under 500 #1
He had no idea where the story was going. Or what it was going to be about. Or whether it was going to be good. Or readable. But he was going to write it before he reached work. He needed to write it. He entered crowded train. Took first available seat. Drew his notebook. No… — read more
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Catch’A’Mon: Gotta Enslave ’em All
He poured himself a cup of coffee. Took a seat at the table opposite Marcey. “Talked to my cousin the other day,” He said as he sipped his coffee. “Insightful conversation.” “What you talk about?” Marcey asked. “Well… insightful shit of course,” He replied. The other day…. “Got that new Creature Hunters game,” He said.… — read more
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Urban Fiction…. Wow
“Urban Fiction” is fascinating. Currently reading an excerpt from “A Gangsta A$$ Love Story: Pt 1.” The sample chapter ended on a cliffhanger. “See you in hell, muthafucka,” a deep baritone voice promised as the intruder placed the gun on the back of Beast’s head and pulled the trigger. Dang. … — read more
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Not special.
He wasn’t special. Never was. Likely never will be special. If he had known he was an infinitesimal, insignificant speck in the universe he would have worked harder in High School. Taken more risks. Focused more on refining a skill rather than relying on a superpower he never really had. He pinched himself. Had to… — read more
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Super-serum or Cybersuit?
Hungry. Stomach sticking to the back of his spine hungry. He felt the if I don’t get food in my system soon I’m going to collapse kind of hungry. The car emptied. Several seats were available. He approached a seat. Removed his backpack. Pulled back at the last second. Remained standing. He wanted the seat. In some… — read more
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Applications are a drag. (Thank goodness the apocalypse is coming).
He knew they made the application process mind-numbing-ly long and tedious on purpose. It was to scare away unqualified applicants and people who did not truly give a flying shit about working there. People like him. Unqualified. Not unqualified because they could not do the work. Unqualified because they didn’t give a shit about doing the work. He squirmed… — read more
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You’re the distraction. SMH.
He added a resource to shared spreadsheet. This was their first meeting. First week of their weekly conference call. Something he’d been waiting for since he started that literary project so many months ago. Since he decided he wanted to write stories for a living. To be a part of an actual team full of people who… — read more
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