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Melissa, Under Water

On February 24, 2015February 24, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

This is the fifth part of a short story which takes up the story of Riley Mansfield, seven years after the events described in my first novel, The Audacity of Dope. In order, the first four episodes are entitled, “Seven Years If It’s a Day,” “Like Old Times,” “High in La-La Land,” and “Far, Far …

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Far, Far Away

On February 19, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn Fiction3 Comments

              In response to some small demand, I took up the story of Riley Mansfield, the main character in my first novel, The Audacity of Dope. The first three episodes, in order, were “Seven Years If It’s a Day,” “Like Old Times,” and “High in La-La Land.” This is the fourth episode. Some adjustments had …

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Like Old Times

On February 8, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

Here’s the second episode of this short story, which revisits Riley Mansfield, the main character in my novel The Audacity of Dope, seven years later. The first episode was called “Seven Years If It’s a Day.”   LIKE OLD TIMES To his satisfaction, Riley Mansfield’s position had descended in the public consciousness, but he still …

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Seven Years If It’s a Day

On February 4, 2015February 4, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

Ever since I wrote my first novel, The Audacity of Dope, readers have asked about a sequel. I always said “never say never,” but I’d had my fill of its unlikely hero, Riley Mansfield. No sequel is in the works, but perhaps this is a start in that direction. I don’t know. I awakened thinking …

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The Wayward Son

On January 13, 2015January 13, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

I'm proud of this short story. It's long, almost a novella, and I could see it growing into a novel one day. If you'll stick with it, it's got a good message, but it requires acceptance of an 'R' rating and patience to get through all the drugs and sex before any lessons get learned. FEEDING …

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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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A Jogging Contradiction

On December 3, 2014December 3, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

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 the Air Force Academy. …

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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell (Part One)

On August 18, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

Claim you’re making / More than you are / Hitch your wagon / To a star / The truth is incidental / To what you gotta say / Those who can’t play ball / Are prone to fade away   Riggs Hellams completed his session with the fungo, and now all he had to do …

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The Way I Do

On July 30, 2014 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

When I was young / I went off to college / But I flunked out ‘cause I could not pass no test / My old man barely made it past fifty / And I reckon that I’ll follow his footsteps / But it ain’t gon’ be bad health that’s gonna kill me / It won’t …

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