I am not lost…

December 9, 2016

Fiction Friday: Old Projects and New

So I never did end up sharing with all of you any/much of my NaNo project, but I can at least fill you in on what I did this November!

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October 14, 2016

NANO FICTION FRIDAY: Dana Cantrell

So let’s take the character from Monday’s adventure, and start throwing him into some mess, shall we? You’ll see as I start to write this how quickly the rest of the world begins to form around him, how setting and character and plot start to get all jumbled up together. I’ve tried to keep this fairly firmly on Dana himself, but…well, it’s hard when there’s no mirror around. At least, I don’t think there is…

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The door slammed shut behind me, the dark and silence inside worlds more welcoming than the howling chaos outside. What the hell is happening? I couldn’t see where I’d been running; I didn’t know how far from the house I’d gotten. Had I actually gotten away from the house? Looking around, I wasn’t with anyone, as far as I could tell. The tiny little room was entirely devoid of people. I could just make out the edges of some shelves, but aside from that…I was alone.

Alone and the world was falling apart around me. Why did that feel like the story of my life?

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July 8, 2016

Tales from the Café: Only in the Movies

Time: Saturday, 11:05 pm

It was way past when we should have left, and yet…

And yet. The mopping still wasn’t done–though Dana was almost through with it–bits and pieces still needed to be picked up, and I swear the huge party we’d been working with all evening had only left something like seven minutes earlier. An hour after we closed. There was very little good to be salvaged from this day.

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April 15, 2016

Tales from the Café: Houston, We Have a Problem

Time: Thursday, 4:55 pm

I could already tell it was going to be an adventure of a day when I walked in for my dinner shift and saw Dana, one of my newer coworkers, leaning over the register with a pen and paper in one hand, and a customer’s credit card in the other. “Uh oh.”

I hung up my jacket, casting a look over to Amanda at one of the other registers. “Are the credit card machines down again?”

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