Mike Writes
Stories to pass the time
Welcome to my page. There’s water and coffee over there. Bathroom’s in the back. Stories below, and ongoing.
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Excerpt, Mall Concert
Been months since my last post, but doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing.
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Growing Up
She peered into a dim mirror most days, pre-dawn, when the milky film outside her window crept over the horizon.
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Johnny’s Skate Rink
Don’t read this. I’m telling you right now, all of you. Your finger’s on the mouse or scroll pad. You can turn away. Click the back button. Don’t enter the house. I wish I hadn’t.
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Work in Progress alert!
Here’s how writing works for me. I know I’m in a better mental state during and after writing. Only, the short fictions I wrote at the start of this site were an outlier, an attempt to get my head write during a tumultuous time. They worked. They sprouted the About my Dad book that I
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Another Excerpt from “The Three Lives of Wyatt Tarot”
Twenty years is a long time to play dead. Especially for an eighty-year-old.
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An Excerpt from “The Three Lives of Wyatt Tarot” -edits in progress
Quick update on my present predicament. Baby Face Beau had a henchwoman make an appearance. She was black and wore a black suit. Her hair was buzzed into a flattop with lightning bolts slashed into the side of her head like razor marks. She lacked Beau’s charisma but matched his confidence.
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Some updates
Howdy. Happy Holidays. I’ve printed and bound a copy of the below entries, collected into a completed book titled “About My Dad.” My father will get the first copy. It’s not technically about him, but it is loosely based on my grandpa who passed away last July. It’s also based on the love of music
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Let’s Build a Super Band
We grabbed breakfast the following morning at the House of Flavors, lounging in a round booth in the corner. Henrietta and Cynthia slept in. It was the original trio, plus Deacon, Meredith, and me. Malcolm had left around dawn with his recorder and a Thermos of coffee tucked under his arm.
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