Monday, December 5, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Short Story: The Boy's Coin
Editor's Note: This is the 100th post of this blog. I dedicate it to those of my friends and family who read this. This is a fictional story I wrote last week. To see other pieces of writing you can click the label "writing" and the other posts will show. Enjoy and comment with feedback, suggestions, send me edited copies, etc. whatever you feel like. :D -Jared Second Note: Apparently this was the 100th draft, but not published post, instead it was the 93rd. Shucks. haha
Scarlet looked over her 1971 half-dollar, wondering about the fingers that’d worn its sharpness smooth. Scarlet was a woman, and her hair was shoulder length and scarlet red; she thought it ironic.
Scarlet looked over her 1971 half-dollar, wondering about the fingers that’d worn its sharpness smooth. Scarlet was a woman, and her hair was shoulder length and scarlet red; she thought it ironic.
The chair in which she sat was
deceptively uncomfortable in the way that it only lets you sit
upright. And when you turned or leaned, leaving the confines of the
depression left by the thousands of eager and bored behinds, you
entered the realm of, “fucking arm rests in my side.”
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