Bad [WD Assignment] From My Writing Past #11: FRAGRANCE (12/7/1992)

Bad [WD Assignment] From My Writing Past #11: FRAGRANCE (12/7/1992)

Funny how Adam never noticed her scent; she smelled faintly of roses, the kind that grew along the border of her herbal garden—intoxicating. Really intoxicating. Another moment of her scent whispering beneath his nostrils, and he’d be swooning at her feet like a woman. God, but how could he have mistrusted her and thought her ugly when she was so innocent and beautiful that it made him weak with love and longing? “Rather cold out, isn’t it?” she asked, her…

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Plumbing Problems

Plumbing Problems

The trouble with plumbing is that while it’s essential, it’s the last thing that comes to mind. It’s one of those things that works behind the scenes but is never noticed, so if anything goes wrong, no one knows it until the last minute, when everything is spewing fluids all over the place and people are sputtering and drowning and the whole thing is just broken almost beyond repair. Anyway, a while ago, my bathroom sink started leaking. My first…

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My Primary Objective with Secret Messages

My Primary Objective with Secret Messages

For a year now I’ve been drawing pictures in my weblog calendar, little messages for the sharp of eye. It gave me a writing schedule, a higher purpose, a secret delight. In the beginning the calendar picture was the only thing to seek, but as the year progressed I added more—hidden messages, humble gifts. I love that some people have sought and found them. It’s like we’re sharing a secret and exchanging knowing looks. Except… now I feel like my…

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Seek, and You Shall Find

Seek, and You Shall Find

My computer was held hostage over the weekend. It spent 24 hours rendering, and at the end of those hellish hours, I was supposed to hand over a thousand words, 6000 pixels wide and 4800 pixels high, with absolutely no cops involved. If I didn’t, then I was never to see my computer again. What a harrowing experience. Anyway, I got my computer back, but the kidnappers were never found. After I post this, I will search for them on…

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A Short Dialogue About a Long Book

A Short Dialogue About a Long Book

Tweedle Dee exits the bathroom, A Tale of Two Cities in hand. TWEEDLE DEE: I can’t believe I waited so long to read this. It’s sooo good. TWEEDLE DUM: Dickens? TWEEDLE DEE: Yeah. I just finished it. Sydney Carton is the best! He gave up his life for Darnay. TWEEDLE DUM: Oh, yes. Sydney Carton. He became a big hero, and children all over the world wore his portrait around their necks. It was the first time a Carton appeared…

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