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The Venice Writing Workshop
Congratulations! Your first book got published. That writing workshop was memorable. Ten aspiring writers met every Monday. Sitting at a round table, sharing feedback about your stories. There was another incentive; the best author from the workshop would win a publishing deal. But you never thought that your path to publishing would walk this murderous way.You all met at a historical, two-floor building in Venice, California. An idyllic garden with sunflowers, fruit trees, and native flora surrounded the building. You thought this was the perfect place to get inspired. And to make things even...
Fresher Air
I stare at the broken-up dark black spot on the parking lot under my feet. Pavement that's been abused and fixed by vehicles so often that it’s become a patchwork parking lot. Like the inconsistency in the lot - a strange array of people whisper, and gossip in the building lit up behind me. I was able to excuse myself after 15 minutes too long of “oh you’re so so strong”s and “you haven’t changed a bit”s. The air out here in this forever musty town was fresher than the breaths of disappointments and sighs that filled the inside behind me. I lit my smoke with the rust-coloured lighter in my po...
A Life Leason
Boy, sit down and let me tell you a story. It’ll change your life forever if you open your heart and truly listen to what I am about to tell you. “Yes grandpa,” said Robby.Once upon a time I meet the most beautiful woman in the world. She stood roughly 5 feet 1 inch and had long silky smooth black curly hair, bright green eyes and sun kissed soft smooth skin. She was my high school sweetheart and I fell for her hard when I first saw her. I fell harder than someone falling down a metal stairs case. I knew right then and there that I was going to marry her. I was far too nervous to talk to her,...
Flickering Fixtures
There was flickering everywhere, inside and outside. The lighting just as annoying as the indecisive light bulbs that line the ceiling. Sitting in the dark theater, Meredith thought about the possibility that her husband might show himself. The very thought of him strolling down this scene was about as appetizing as the butter in her popcorn, which according to Meredith, wasn’t appetizing at all.She had her drink in one hand and her partner in crime’s hand in the other. She looked at him in lust and disgust, but he understood better than her how she liked her popcorn. He gave her a sense of d...