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Two Talks

On January 12, 2015January 12, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

              This story might blossom into a novel. Here’s the seventh and final part, which was preceded, from the beginning, by “Feeding the Line,” “Make Room for Daddy,” “The Kids Are Evil,” “Recovery in Various Forms,” “One to Talk,” and “Gone to the Bad.”               Once I get the whole story edited, I’ll post a …

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Gone to the Bad

On January 9, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

              This is Episode 6 of the short story that, once completed, will probably be called “Getting to Know Darin,” though I guess it won’t be final until I get it done. The first five parts, from the beginning, were “Feeling the Love,” “Make Room for Daddy,” “The Kids Are Evil,” “Recovery in Various Forms,” …

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Paydirt and Paved Roads

On January 7, 2015January 7, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn BooksLeave a comment

Last night I learned that the term “paydirt” wasn’t invented by some overheated local sports writer who decided that the dirt underneath the grass in the end zone was dirt that paid, even though it was probably a high school game and the only payoff would have been “under the table.” It was the term for …

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One To Talk

On January 5, 2015January 9, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

This is the fifth episode of a short story that's working title is "Getting to Know Darin." In order, from the beginning, the first four segments were "Feeding the Line," "Make Room for Daddy," "The Kids Are Evil," and "Recovery in Various Forms." 5. One to Talk Finally, Ben Fowler was able to outlast Maxeen …

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That Old-Time Feeling Arises

On January 4, 2015January 4, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn Sports2 Comments

For a long time, he hated the Indianapolis Colts. They were his when they were in Baltimore, and then an evil man, Robert Irsay, moved them away in moving vans. March 29, 1984. A Day That Will (Also) Live in Infamy. It was unthinkable, and, in response, he did the unthinkable. He started rooting for …

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Recovery in Various Forms

On January 3, 2015January 3, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

This is the fourth episode. The first three were, from the beginning, “Feeding the Line,” “Make Room for Daddy,” and “The Kids Are Evil.” In this installment, evil continues. RECOVERY IN VARIOUS FORMS Darin Fowler wouldn’t deal drugs with just anybody. Te’Quan Bodie was a smart kid. He’d been a soccer player, about the only …

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The Kids Are Evil

On January 1, 2015January 1, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

This is the third installment in what will be a short story. The first was “Feeding the Line.” The second was “Make Room for Daddy.” THE KIDS ARE EVIL Darin and Ellen watched as Ben complimented his son for a surprising ability to fry tasty crappie. They had fish, fries, and the slaw Ellen had …

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Make Room for Daddy

On December 30, 2014December 30, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

Eventually, this short story is going to be known (I think) as “Getting to Know Darin.” The first part was called “Feeding the Line.” Ellen Sloan was quiet. She was plain. She could have been beautiful if she cared about it. She preferred to be forever underestimated. She seemed too shy for larceny, but that …

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Feeding the Line

On December 28, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

Here's the first installment in another series of short fiction. “I been thinking,” Ben Fowler said, as his son climbed into the Silverado. “Me and you ain’t as different as we think.” The boy didn’t reply. He was eighteen, thought he was twenty-one, and knew enough to be dangerous. He had his iPod and his iPhone …

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The Good One (Full Story)

On December 23, 2014December 27, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

1. A JOGGING CONTRADICTION Up this hill and down, and up another hill. Lathered. Rinse. Repeat. I’m tired. It’s so sensuous. Eliza Evermore enjoyed her life in Colorado Springs. It was inspiring to jog in the breathtaking shadow of Pikes Peak. Olympians trained here. She just plodded along. Sometimes she watched the flyboys marching at …

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