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As a matter of fiction: The Sapling
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May 22, 2014. The old landscaper noticed a sapling starting near the house's foundation, poking out just beneath the concrete. Only two years til retirement, why bother? He had over 200 yards to take care of and plenty of other work to do. A new landscaper started when the old man retired. He saw the sapling, still small and working its way out, but he had plenty of other work to do. That sapling wouldn't be a tree for ten years, he figured, and he didn't plan on keeping this job forever. Posted by .
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As a matter of fiction: I Know the Feeling
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July 17, 2013. I Know the Feeling. You will never let it slip away. I take notes and erase them, hoping to put a crease in the data you've collected, but you'll always have an upper hand on me. I walk the dogs. Play the neighbor. Sing their praise. Keep it up. Hope to die. She's cute," you say. As if I wasn't hungry already. I guess you've forced my hand. She's the real thing.". I almost say she's prettier than you, but know the hole's too deep. No focus. No concern. It doesn't matter. Th...I can feel my...
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As a matter of fiction: Deserted
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September 25, 2012. They moved through the desert at an easy pace, a vague blur of brown on brown. All dry brown around them, even the sky. Heat trapped in a dome. No breeze to push it about. No breeze from the ride. It was a slow pace. He didn't mind. Neither did the horse. But he wasn't fighting anymore. A simple job, he had. Just ride that horse. Slow and steady. No race. Any man could tell you that. Especially him. Out there on that horse, just riding. Remembering. He heard shouted from behind him, s...
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As a matter of fiction: Mortal
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March 6, 2014. The stagnant bricks underneath the old man didn't match the white and steel of the medical lab that grew out of them. The castle walls were hidden by machines, tubes, wires, and the rest of a complete medical and research lab. He glanced at his waiting drink and tried to hide how hard he was clenching his jaw. They say you're the best," he said, his hands pressed tight to his chin and his eyes down. I can't decide if that's an insult. What is it that makes you so nervous? They spent months...
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As a matter of fiction: Untitled
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May 10, 2014. He packed a chew in and watched the weeds bake. His sweat dripped down onto his horse, a small blotch of brown in the endless yellow fields. Out here, there wasn't nothin like out here. It was the moon. An empty scape of hills, waving to the sun alone. A soft kick and a grunt got the horse going. It slid bashfully through the prairie, carving a thin path through it all. He wiped his brow and pushed a couple loose tears back. He stood up and spit, black disgust on the ground by his boot.
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As a matter of fiction: A Patient Person
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July 10, 2013. Quiet day, laying around, and then a short bike ride. My phone lit that night, and I was happy at the name, a friend I hadn't seen in a while until last night. We'd told each other we'd get in touch today, but we'd both broken that promise before. I slid my password in and opened his text. There's no way in hell I'm letting you touch my computer. Bunch of insecure shit talkers". The text was out of character, and I managed to come up with, "Haha, what? Drama does the soul no good, so I lef...
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As a matter of fiction: Natural Resources
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September 29, 2011. The oil drips from the spout. And the chimps come there. Daily. With their rough forearms and furrowed brows, waiting for someone to challenge them. They carry it off in buckets. Undeterred. There seems to be a leader, lost in the halls of a long stone tunnel that digs deep into the mountain. Our guide says he can get us to the bottom, but he will not guarantee our safety, nor will he accompany us. What choice do we have when home is locked down and this is the key? We follow and are ...
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As a matter of fiction: The Empty Eyes of Broken Bellies
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September 25, 2007. The Empty Eyes of Broken Bellies. The families were all gathered in their homes. They huddled, hungry, over the tiny fires whimpering in the pits dug in the center of the rooms. Mothers held their babies, wrapped in a great assortment of shawls and blankets and any type of fabric they could gather. This night, they lay waiting. The children slept, barely breathing, struggling even to dream now. Their tiny chests gently rocked up and down, though it was almost impossible to see...At tw...
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As a matter of fiction: Damn Dogs
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October 12, 2007. He said, "Come on, you damn dogs" and left. Posted by . 12:53 PM, October 12, 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The short stories of Holden Armstrong. Subscribe. Empty Eyes of Broken Bellies. My Owner Has Long Since Passed. The Hungry Knock of a Wolf at My Door. My Friend and Criminal. Life in the Abyss. A Buck Too Ritch. Funeral for a Friend. The Lineage of Dentistry. To the Death, Commander. My America Pt. 2. My America, Pt. 1. My Combatant, the Pebble.
