December 2011
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I don't want to write today.
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One Hundred & Eighty Seconds
By: Dylan Lenz
In three minutes everything could change. Lutz stood up, barely. His eyes were swollen. There was a small cut under his right eye brow, so he kept his glove glued to his forehead. He was tired. They both were.
In the previous hour Lutz had left the locker room. He had made his way into the ring. He had lasted eleven rounds with Arcemdes Fletcher. Fletcher...
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WatchSledding with pals.
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The Companion
When my grandfather died my grandmother did not remarry. Instead she lived alone for the next twenty years, with the occassional child or grand child staying for a time when money was tight, or hearts were broken. She was alone and rather content.
Ten years before her death she was asked to accompany an old friend to an event. He was a recent widower and didn’t want to go to his Christmas...
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“Life’s disappointments are harder to take when you don’t know any...”
– Calvin - From Calvin & Hobbes
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“I’m all for the scissors. I believe more in the scissors than I do in the...”
– Truman Capote - Re: Editing
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The Fighter
Benjamin McGregor weighs two hundred and forty seven pounds. Most of which catches me on the left side of my jaw. I’m dazed for a second then push my glove up to my cheek before he’s able to come at me again. He’s six foot seven, he has five inches on me, though I have five pounds on him. Five pounds and a bum shoulder that seems to tear open every time my jab fails to make...
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Writing Exercise:
Don’t tell Alex. David thought as he pushed the last of the snow to the end of the drive way. It was clean now, slow even strokes formed tidy piles at either side of the concrete. David had spent the last hour taking more time than he needed to, but the time before he would actually need to see Alex was a welcome procrastination.
David stood upright, pushed his back as far as he could...