Category Archives: conversations

Slumdog in Brief

Posted on February 24, 2009 by randomyriad

“Did you see that Slumdog  won?” “Yeah! What did you think of it.” “I just love the music, and that English boy, he is very good.” “Yeah I saw John Stewart interview him. I heard some people are upset about … Continue reading →

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Golden Hair and Blue Smoke

Posted on October 29, 2008 by randomyriad

The Monkey King shifted on the bar stool and rubbed his hand over the deep golden hair on the top of his head before pulling a cigar from somewhere, casually striking a match that appeared from an equally mysterious location … Continue reading →

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Traveling by Telephone Time Warp

Posted on October 24, 2008 by randomyriad

I picked up the phone. I could tell it was Bev right away. She has a nasal, Judy Holiday kind of voice, though not exactly. “Hello this is Bev,” She always sounds a little tentative on the phone as if … Continue reading →

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Its All in the Cards: NaNoWriMo Excerpt

Posted on November 30, 2007 by randomyriad

They all walked back to the house in a group. Small things were tossed of shelves. Stereo was on the floor, but the house seemed perfectly sound and there were no broken widows or shifted door frames. So Emmylou put … Continue reading →

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NaNoWriMo Excerpt:Driving into the Storm

Posted on November 29, 2007 by randomyriad

Maddie bounced and swayed and rattled with the rhythm of creaking bus. The dark clouds gathered in the sky among the white puff sheep of the morning and a wind began to bring the smell of electricity and damp bluster. … Continue reading →

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