Author Archives: Douglas

My Tattered Hour

...and now I have four minutes in my tattered hour to cover my intended topic: steampunk kittens.
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Two Empty Hands

Morning's moisture skimmed the yesterday-mown grass. Sunlight blazed through that dew in haphazard splotches and streaked over the drier foot path.
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A Small Piece

Jacard sat among the small pieces of his life looking at the larger ones. He and they were crusted with grit and soaked in rain.
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Not Exactly Tomorrow

When I'm not writing, reading feels like a suitable replacement activity. Consuming a book feels more honorable than consuming a television program despite each having the same tangiable result: me consuming time; producing nothing.
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Stretching the Fingers

My system tells me it's been since April 26th since I wrote. That span of time is both longer and shorter than I'd have thought.
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The Challenge of Love

Unlike some themes I feel I'm not qualified to write, this one feels like a hurdle and not a wall. Maybe Triti should fall in love with Brother Gane? And Brother Gane with You? Hmmm.
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