“You stupid girl.” Ella’s grandmother hobbled about the cabin, searching, moving from shelf to shelf, jar to jar,
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A writer, a nurse, a legal aide, and a bellydancer. This should be the setup of a dirty joke, Clancy thought, not a hiking party. Or what was left of it anyway, with Danger Dan, the party leader, dead, his lower half back on Earth, the rest miles back dissolving in amber. A writer, Continue reading The Napoleon Man 7 The continual squalling of the brat was getting on my nerves. I didn’t care what the girl did to silence it, providing she did it fast. The surrounding woods were alive with marauding French Grenadiers and the last thing I needed was a screaming baby to attract their attention. To battle-hardened troops like Continue reading Private Lives book excerpt
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Revelling in the wonder and beauty that spread before me, I took a deep breath and pondered my changed circumstances. The differences were intensified by the busyness of the living splendour that Continue reading What goes around… (This short story has multiple pages.) April, 2010 Editors' Choice Award I first learned the secret in the late fall of ’32. I was a pig-tailed ten, going on twenty-five, or so I imagined, and I was peacock proud to be sitting at the adult table for the first time. I faced the bronzed, crackled turkey Continue reading The Secret of Me, the Tree, and the Beady-Eyed Whatever In the boat with Asharif are three very wealthy and elegantly dressed people. The man has a grand hat and many layers of flowing robes, while the women are dressed in much lace and silk, with delicately embroidered parasols. As Asharif rows, he doesn’t think about the disparity between these sophisticated people, with their fine talk and smooth skin, and his own blunt manner and blistered hands. These people of high standing may be comparing their impeccably buckled shoes with his bare feet, their flowing garments with his tattered shirt and shorts, the large jewels on their fingers with his broken and dirty fingernails. Asharif could have looked at these outer differences if he’d chosen, but his interest was in that which lay beneath the human veneer. This is why these people chose his above all the other water Continue reading Asharif the boatman FADE IN: EXT. WU TAI SHAN MOUNTAIN RANGE – NIGHT Title over: “WU TAI SHAN MOUNTAINS – CHINA – HAN DYNASTY” A small crescent moon illuminates the night. Two young men in dark clothing, YING KAI and XIAOGOU, are climbing up a sheer cliff in the heart of the mountainous region of Wu Tai Shan in Northern China. Continue reading Excerpt: GIRL IN THE IVORY TOWER (screenplay) |
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