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142 Books: April 2013

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Poetry, Essays, Fiction. Wednesday, April 3, 2013. A new take on Maudlin Manor. Once upon a time ago. There lived a pair of twins. Stuck their dolls with pins. They looked like little angels. Wrapped in silk and pearls. But they were rotten little devils. Masquerading as little girls. They lived in the house called Maudlin. A family name I suppose. But suited to the children. They have a nasty habit. Of staring straight ahead. They may have been alive once. But now they’re very dead. Open up the windows.

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142 Books: October 2012

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Poetry, Essays, Fiction. Wednesday, October 31, 2012. Somewhere in this house a child is laughing. Footsteps run down the hall above me then stop. Then start again followed by the laughter. I don’t know who she is, only that she will not leave. I have asked her to go many times. I’ve tried to be reasonable. I’ve asked her what she wants but it’s as if she doesn’t hear me at all. She only stops and looks, then smiles and runs away and up the stairs to resume her game. I don’t know what to do.

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142 Books: January 2013

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Poetry, Essays, Fiction. Thursday, January 17, 2013. Excerpt from The Flight of Sebastian Bean. The Flight of Sebastian Bean. Tories like this one always begin in misery. Here was a time when Sebastian Bean had two parents, a beautiful mother and a handsome father. They all lived together in a tall narrow house on a lovely tree lined street in a fashionable area of a quaint and historic city. He was a very, very lucky boy and then all at once he wasn’t. Something wasn’t right. He got out of his bed and o...

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142 Books: May 2013

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Poetry, Essays, Fiction. Friday, May 17, 2013. Afraid to pluck it. In case there are no more. It withers where it grows. Instead of spreading seeds. Just a momentary thrill. Dried up and then forgotten. Unable to bridge the gap. Between longing and outcome. By the ceiling and the way the gray light. Leaves smudges in the corners. To pull the curtains. Let the light in. To get out of my own way. And so the wanting sits. Like a parasite to my host. And laying waste to desire. Leaving only the burning.

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142 Books: September 2012

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Poetry, Essays, Fiction. Sunday, September 30, 2012. I walked through a forest. Shorn of their needles. Tuesday, September 11, 2012. The House on Dorsey Street. There is a house on Dorsey Street. I’ve passed it many times. And each time I find it weeping. Raining rivers from windows. Unused to the sun. That it leaks so uncontrollably. I’ve heard the stories. Whispered from one ear to another. And seen the way passersby speed their steps. Looking over tweed clad shoulders and upturned collars. Third Sunda...

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142 Books: What Kind of Writer Are You?

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Poetry, Essays, Fiction. Monday, August 12, 2013. What Kind of Writer Are You? I have asked myself this question many times, taken online quizzes and submitted samples for analysis and at the end of it all I’ve determined that I don’t one hundred percent know what kind of writer I am. I know what I like to write. I like to write poetry when I’m particularly stressed or emotional. I write quickly without any rules and let the words arrive of their own volition. Sometimes I write historical fiction. I love...

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Surrealistic Pillowtalk: Highwaymen 3 - conclusion

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A #WriterNation Fiction Blog. Saturday, January 5, 2013. Highwaymen 3 - conclusion. McKenna and the young father returned to a grateful family. Sarah had put the children, Rebecca all of seven years and Leah age eight, to work kneading the evening bread. Though rattled by the horrible events of that afternoon, the three had recovered considerably from the trauma as they busied themselves with the tasks of living. Oftentimes they would call on McKenna to join them at play on top of the sandy plateau, thou...

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Christina Hollis: January 2015

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Fiction Starring Complex Men And Independent Women. For news of writing competitions, together with my top tips and extracts,. Join me on my Facebook author page at http:/. Subscribe to My Mailing List. Wednesday, 28 January 2015. Guest Post: Christy Effinger And Paranormal New Adult. Today, Christy Effinger’s is going to tell us about her Paranormal New Adult novel, Say Nothing Of What You See. To give you a taste of the novel, here's the blurb. Then one winter's day Troy Farrington arrives, to fulfill ...

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New Work « David Selzer | Poetry, Screen Plays, Stage Plays & Fiction

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David Selzer - Writer and web self publisher of Poetry, Screen Plays, Stage Plays and Fiction / www.davidselzer.com. Writer of Poetry, Screen Plays, Stage Plays and Fiction. Welcome to DavidSelzer.com. NEW WORK POSTED IN EACH CATEGORY IS FLAGGED ON THIS PAGE. POETRY IS LISTED ACCORDING TO THE DATE(S) EACH POEM HAS BEEN POSTED:. 22716: A GOOSE IN THE BAMBOO; LENIN AND THE BOURBAKI PANORAMA; GLIMPSING THE STARS; ACHILLES’ HEELS;. ONLY TO BE OPENED. 30616: PASSING THE PARCEL; EUREKA! 29815: BAMBURGH; A REAL...

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2014 « David Selzer | Poetry, Screen Plays, Stage Plays & Fiction

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David Selzer - Writer and web self publisher of Poetry, Screen Plays, Stage Plays and Fiction / www.davidselzer.com. Writer of Poetry, Screen Plays, Stage Plays and Fiction. Welcome to DavidSelzer.com. Posted by David Selzer. On December 20th, 2014. The cherry’s leaves are gilded now, arranged. Fan-like on the lawn, by that perennial. Alchemy – no intellect invented –. That turns skyward green leaves to falling gold. Before the season was named ‘the Autumn’,. It was ‘the Harvest’ and then ‘the Fall’.