Category Archives: Free-Range Fiction

Free-Range Fiction: Dragons Dressing Down

Posted on February 14, 2013 by

Ya missed me, right? I know you missed me. I missed doing this. Trying as part of 2013 to get back into the swing of posting some flash fiction at least once a week. Like Myke Cole told me on … Continue reading →

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Free-Range Fiction: Tattoo Pairs

Posted on September 20, 2012 by

This is my piece in response to Chuck Wendig’s weekly challenge. This week’s “A Second Game of Aspects” pitted a list of sub-genre, setting, and element for our wily dice to choose for us. My roll garnered me:  Ghost Story, Paris 1944, … Continue reading →

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Free-Range Fiction: Dog-and-Pony Show

Posted on August 31, 2012 by

Before he could get his lunch someone called for Attention. Those seated stood; those standing turned towards the sound of the command and assumed the position. In walked the post commander, the corps general, and Senator Joshua T. Williams (R-TX). Inside his head, Tinsley moaned an “Ah fuck.” He could smell the melted cheese which dripped from the side of his burger begin to burn on the grill. Continue reading →

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Free-Range Fiction: Dinner With Margaret

Posted on August 24, 2012 by

Once again this installment of Free-Range Fiction is due to that Pennsly-’Tuckian Boot in my arse. That boot comes in the form of a writing-prompt challenge regarding setting.  Here were the choices: In the middle of a prison riot. Chinatown … Continue reading →

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Free-Range Fiction: I’ll Take Monday

Posted on August 14, 2012 by

As my breathing slowed to something nearing a bus nap, my head was jerked forward, and a spray of iced mocha landed on my head, chest and lap. I looked up and saw the poor schlub whose paper coffee cup was now oscillating between my seat partner’s feet and mine. Sorry, he mouthed and shrugged. The bus driver queued up the p.a. system and apologized for the sudden stop, explaining he had done so in order to avoid a stray dog.

I looked down at my trousers and shook my head, “Curse you, Thursday.” Continue reading →

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