My father. Oh, there have been plenty of teachers in my life; some I haven’t met, others I have, some I have heeded, and a lot I have regretfully dismissed, but my father has, and will always, teach me much. Almost everything my father has taught me has not come in the form of...
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The Extreme Writing Now Ghost Stories Contest is finished and we have a winner. But, announcing only one winner seems like a grisly crime, because each entry was superb, chilling, and extremely entertaining. Once again, I want to thank Jennifer Akers for talking on the unenviable task of judging the contest. Here is her...
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In a whirlwind of ether charged instants filled with passion Two lives tangled and suspended each other While dancing across digital landscapes Inputs, outputs, mashups Love
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This is my 55 word flash fiction tribute to our recently fallen Angel… “Quit your sobbing,” the tinny voice rattled from the desktop intercom. A sniffling voice, “We can’t, Charlie. She’s gone.” “She may be gone, but she left you a charge. Each one of you has her twinkle in your eye. She will...
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Mickey Mills, the author of Haunting Injustice, was our guest on EWNN Sunday, October 24th, 2010. And what a guest he was. We talked about his experience gained while writing the book as he ventured west on his girlfriend, Pearl. Hold on now….Pearl is his Harley. The entire archived show can be heard at...
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I would like to officially welcome Mickey Mills to Extreme Writing Now. Mickey, who answers to the handle of The Prodigal Scribe, is the author of the wildly popular, Haunting Injustice. Mickey is my kinda soul; in more ways than one. It would seem that we both have decided to push our writing at...
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Adding more fuel to the fiery debate of traditional publishing vs eBooks, Barnes and Noble announced on October 4, 2010 the launching of a uniquely individual publishing service called Pubit!, and this new publishing platform aimed at individual publishers and first time authors promises to bring smiles to the faces of anyone who wants...
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What follows is my entry for the October 2010 flash fiction writing contest here at Extreme Writing Now… Sil sat in the utilitarian, padded steel chair, forearms on the table, hands rubbing each other. The wrinkled, hospital issue robe and pajamas only accentuated his disheveled look. The bright fluorescent lighting that brought the sterile...
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Paranormal fiction is about the hottest sub-genre going right now; particularly paranormal romance. In fact, this “guilty pleasure” was so popular in the early days of ePublishing that it is credited as the reason eBook publishing finally became organized into the juggernaut force it is today. Although paranormal generally isn’t restricted to ghosts and/or...
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Halloween is here and we at Extreme Writing Now are going ghost hunting. Suit up and throw the switch on to the containment unit; we have ectoplasmic creatures to snare. That’s right; our next contest begins right about…NOW! Deadlines Jennifer is also a copywriter  for other writers, individuals, and businesses.  Her experience includes writing...
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Swimming along in life’s truck path and finding brief respite in cool waters found in southwestern Ohio. This is my submission for this week’s memoir prompt, , given to us by Kim Manley Ort… I was in my mid 30’s and life had worked its way into a boring, grinding trudge. For years I...
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How about a piece about fleeting perfection? “He was the perfect man. Not a flaw,” she stuttered through the sobs. “I know, Daisy. It’s just not fair. Damn Drunk Drivers,” Ellen said with a compassionate hug, “You can always get another.” “No I can’t. In my stupid rage, I destroyed the lab. Three years...
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This is my entry for the Monkey Brain memoir prompt and contest. Before his detached retina and brain atrophy, my dad was a familial legend… Dad is a natural. I believe that application of his instinctive curiosity helped hone that trait too. He has no special training in anything he sets his mind to,...
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You may see an expanded version of this story inside of another I am contemplating. I am thinking about publishing a flash fiction series that revolves around what the tale, , set up and Jimmy will have a minor role somewhere… Jimmy was a rock star. Letting sweet smoke escape, “Damn, this kid is...
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I often wonder if I have true emotions and passion, or are they faux. I think I quit writing 8 years ago because I knew the answer. I really don’t know how much longer I’ll keep this current streak of writing going… The blades of the pretty grasses are now mostly brown, bleached by...
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This 55 word flash fiction piece explores the further expansion of one man’s empire… Half the workshops were burned to the ground. Tiny kneecaps were shattered. Prancer’s head was found between red and white silk bed sheets. In the end, a labor contract was signed and Don Eberto, the man brought us the wildly...
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Who can we trust? This piece says it’s not who we think… THUMP! “Jesus Ray, you hit ‘im.” They stepped out of the cruiser and Ray crouched over the body. “It’s Jimmy ‘the Snatch’. And, sure enough Hank, there’s a purse.” Ray rifled through the purse and handed Hank fifty dollars. “Here’s your half,”...
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Ahhhh…the good ol’ days. This is my submission for the from Kim M.O… Kindergarten, or kindeegarden, is full of memories for me. The teacher, Mrs. Weatherall, was a gray haired elderly woman who stood proud and firm, while her assistant, Mrs. Green, was a huge black woman; think Michael Clarke Duncan with a heedful...
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Although this isn’t from the most recent disagreement, it is one from some time ago. is totally right when she speaks of how difficult it is to write in . It was especially tough on a hack like myself. Extremely hard not to drift into first person… Your  gut is wrenching. He knows, or...
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This piece of was inspired by a moment from this morning. Poetry is more like painting than any other form of writing; don’t you think? A thing so small it is almost laughable The tiny being buzzed behind my head That whisper of a bird moved me I ducked, but that was a mere...
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