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Just Desserts: A List
I’m quarantining and editing so not much is going on with me. I miss baking for my friends, so here’s a list of sweets and the fond memories I connect with them. Just a warning, not every dessert will be something I’ve personally made, as this post is mostly about…
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Worth it(?)
So, another delay. I don’t know why I’m particularly nervous about this new venture, but I am. I just want it to be good. There’s no other explanation. I’m getting another set of eyes to look at it for some feedback, so I can see what I can revise. I…
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The Cure for Loneliness according to Edgar Bean
Hey all, I’m still working on the live story. I want to get some more details ironed out and have enough time to edit so those posts will begin next week. To hold you over, here’s a story I wrote years ago, maybe in college. — Y’know, my granddaddy used…
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Help me, I’m Feeling: An Introspection
I’m going to do my best to not sound like an alien today. Emotions are weird. I think it’s “what’s happens next after feeling things” part. Or maybe when they occur out of the blue. The feeling itself is foreign. It’s being acutely aware of something else taking control. I…
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Silver Linings: A Quasi-Update
Short post this week. There’s more important things going on. I try to keep my personal matters private, but May was a particularly hard month for my family and me. We loss several members, the closest to me being my grandmother. Family conflicted and avoided each other. Problems with work.…
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Secrets Cabinets Keep
An ad for some ointment played on the tv, the only light in the room. He rubbed his grainy eyes, it offered no relief. His eyes felt as though they were being dragged down by anchors, but he kept them open. Truth is, he didn’t want to go to sleep.…
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Growing Watermelons
The tiller wouldn’t start. It was old. Most of the red paint had chipped off in exchange for rust. The plastic handles were hardened. And the pull rope to start it had been replaced many times. My grandma calls my uncle over to start it, and after a few pulls,…
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Resolution
“We should go.” She looked up, her brow furrowed. The two were sitting in their living room barely illuminated by several candles. She sat on the floor across from him at the coffee table writing in one of her notebooks. She had one for everything. Gardening tips. Basic construction. Looking…
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Quarantine Dreams
Do I even know how to do these anymore? Let’s see… The relationship with my creativity is a complex one. As much love as I have for the craft, I struggle to create purely for creation’s sake. Last year was a good year for me, but for a while, I’ve…
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The House with the Crooked Gate
Recently, I got a new job working downtown at River City Consignment, and every day I have to drive by the old Lakemont house. To a non-local, it’s an unassuming antebellum house in a row of unassuming antebellum houses, only distinguishable from the others by the dent in the gate…