Tag Archives: Writing Practice

A Story: Part 2

It was Monday. Echo dressed in a clean pressed pair of coveralls and made his way to the church, Saint Benedict Cathedral. The parking lot was empty save for Father John’s humble sedan. Not an unexpected sight for a Monday … Continue reading

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Timeout in a Ghost Town

I sit and write with trembling hands, racing heart, and a disquieted mind. Anxiety has stolen my peace, so I’ve come here to my safe place balancing caffeine, nicotine, and a nip of bourbon; hoping to find my grounding. I … Continue reading

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