by Shawn
March 16, 2011
John Dran stared into his bowl of noodles, trying to divine some sort of wisdom from the tangled lump of strands. It was late. He pushed his spoon through the broth, and when he blew on the noodles the steam scattered. And the muse evaded him. He wished the rain against the windows was louder [...]
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by Shawn
March 9, 2011
Behind Geoff Campbell, thick drapes held the night at bay. Two small lamps, in the corners behind him, sent a glow through the cavernous study. His large mahogany desk sat in the middle of the room like a stone altar. His wrinkled fingers gently lifted the sheet of paper, methodically folded it into thirds, then [...]
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