M. Use Box from Moleskine “You do have an interesting premise,” he says as he gently places the sheets of paper onto the desk. She leans forward. “Buuut?” He relaxes in his chair, pushes his glasses against his face. “The story didn’t hold my attention.” “How can I make it better?” He frowns. “Stop writing.” [...]
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Micro Monday ~ “Critique”
Posted: June 20, 2011 in fiction, Micro Monday, my writingTags: A. Jarrell Hayes, critiques, micro monday, micro-fiction, writing, writing critique
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Micro Monday ~ “This Is Birdland”
Posted: June 13, 2011 in fiction, Micro Monday, my writingTags: A. Jarrell Hayes, AL East, American League East, Baltimore, baseball, fiction, Major Leage Baseball, micro monday, micro-fiction, MLB, Orioles, Red Sox, short fiction, Yankees
“Who you got in the AL East? Yanks or Sox?” “What the hell you talking about? This is Birdland. I’m going with the Orioles.” “They suck.” “Irrelevant. The Sox once had a gazillion years between championships. Their fans kept faith. Eventually it was made sight. I’m staying with my O’s.” By A. Jarrell Hayes
Micro Monday ~ “A Fine Boy”
Posted: June 6, 2011 in fiction, Micro Monday, my writing, writing lifeTags: A. Jarrell Hayes, child abuse, fiction, micro monday, micro-fiction, sexual abuse
Image by Nutdanai Apikhomboonwaroot / FreeDigitalPhotos.net “You’re such a fine boy,” she says as she brushes the infant’s hair with her fingers. “You’re going to be better than your father. You won’t get girls pregnant and run.” Her forefinger traces his chest. Then down to his penis. She massages it with her thumb. “A fine [...]
Micro Monday ~ “Soccer Ball”
Posted: May 30, 2011 in fiction, Micro Monday, my writingTags: A. Jarrell Hayes, childhood, fiction, micro monday, micro-fiction, short story, soccer
Image by Salvatore Vuono / FreeDigitalPhotos.net The boy grinned, impressed by his strength, as the soccer ball sailed in an arc. His jaw dropped as he watched the ball crash into his neighbor’s window. The glass seemed to break in slow motion. He ran into the street to escape, when his neighbor’s car slammed into [...]
