Category Archives: Fiction

Not Exactly NaNoWriMo

Posted on November 1, 2012 by randomyriad

Every November for the last 5 years I have attempted to write a novel. I have succeeded once. I am still struggling to put this cumbersome piece of fiction into some kind of publishable order. I sat down in front … Continue reading →

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Century #24: Arrival

Posted on August 19, 2012 by randomyriad

From the journal of Ryan Tucker River Bend Academy of Art 8/21/1982   I have arrived, and settled into my room, which is small just big enough for an old military style metal bunk with a thin mattress and a … Continue reading →

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Century #23: Listening For Visions

Posted on August 11, 2012 by randomyriad

From the Journal of Lita Hopkins 6/12/37 Mr. Papandreus, the shepherd, and his wife, Nika, live up the hill. I hear his pipes as he and his youngest son play and sing the sheep down to the pens in the … Continue reading →

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Century #22: Surflessness

Posted on August 10, 2012 by randomyriad

From the Journal of Mylo Grove: July 19, 1998 My mom read the pages I wrote. She thought it was perfect. She said that even if she hadn’t known me and picked that up and read it, she would know … Continue reading →

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Century #20: Closer to Home

Posted on August 1, 2012 by randomyriad

From the journal of Lita Hopkins Corfu 6/7/30 Last night I lay awake listening to Charles’ wrestle his dream demons, but in calm moment soft notes of the shepherd’s pipes from up the hill blended with the rattling of olive … Continue reading →

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