“It was a dark and stormy night.”

(first line from Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time) Today’s story comes from a vision I had when I woke up this morning, of a little girl (a princess, it turns out) navigating a sailboat over the ocean all by

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“It was a dark and stormy night.”

(first line from Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time) Today’s story comes from a vision I had when I woke up this morning, of a little girl (a princess, it turns out) navigating a sailboat over the ocean all by

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“The line consists of an infinite number of points,…

the plane, of an infinite number of lines; the volume of an infinite number of planes; the hypervolume, of an infinite number of volumes… No–this more geometrico, is decidedly not the best way to begin my tale.” (first line from

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“The line consists of an infinite number of points,…

the plane, of an infinite number of lines; the volume of an infinite number of planes; the hypervolume, of an infinite number of volumes… No–this more geometrico, is decidedly not the best way to begin my tale.” (first line from

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“Ask me a riddle,” Blaine invited.

(first line from Stephen King’s Wizard and Glass.) Today’s story is inspired by nothing more than the title: Exquisite Corpse.  For no particular reason, I woke up this morning with this title in my head.  (The term exquisite corpse refers

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“Ask me a riddle,” Blaine invited.

(first line from Stephen King’s Wizard and Glass.) Today’s story is inspired by nothing more than the title: Exquisite Corpse.  For no particular reason, I woke up this morning with this title in my head.  (The term exquisite corpse refers

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“The station waggons arrived at noon,…

a long shining line that coursed through the west campus.” (first line from Don Delillo’s White Noise) Today’s story has two major points of origin.  First: yesterday I heard the poet Carol Frost give a reading.  One of her poems

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“The station waggons arrived at noon,…

a long shining line that coursed through the west campus.” (first line from Don Delillo’s White Noise) Today’s story has two major points of origin.  First: yesterday I heard the poet Carol Frost give a reading.  One of her poems

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“The final dying sounds…

of their dress rehearsal left the Laurel Players with nothing to do but stand there, silent and helpless, blinking out over the footlights of an empty auditorium.” (first line from Richard Yates’ Revolutionary Road) Okay, I’ve got a reading to

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“The final dying sounds…

of their dress rehearsal left the Laurel Players with nothing to do but stand there, silent and helpless, blinking out over the footlights of an empty auditorium.” (first line from Richard Yates’ Revolutionary Road) Okay, I’ve got a reading to

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“Their father never took them to resaurants,

because he though it was a waste of money when they could open up a can of beans, sprinkle on Tabasco sauce, stuff their bellies, and it would all shit out the same way anyway.” (from Daniel Chacon’s and the

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“Their father never took them to resaurants,

because he though it was a waste of money when they could open up a can of beans, sprinkle on Tabasco sauce, stuff their bellies, and it would all shit out the same way anyway.” (from Daniel Chacon’s and the

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“124 was spiteful. Full of a baby’s venom.”

…first lines from Toni Morrison’s Pulitzer prize winning Beloved. The inspiration from today’s story comes from a real life tragedy about Alicia Parlett, a writer for the San Francisco Chronicle, who was only 28 when she died of cancer.  I

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“124 was spiteful. Full of a baby’s venom.”

…first lines from Toni Morrison’s Pulitzer prize winning Beloved. The inspiration from today’s story comes from a real life tragedy about Alicia Parlett, a writer for the San Francisco Chronicle, who was only 28 when she died of cancer.  I

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“In the beginning there were thirty-six of them…

thirty-six droplets of life so tiny that Eduardo could see them only under a microscope.” (first line from Nancy Farmer’s The House of the Scorpion) To be perfectly honest, I had a little trouble with today’s story.  Trouble insofar as

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“In the beginning there were thirty-six of them…

thirty-six droplets of life so tiny that Eduardo could see them only under a microscope.” (first line from Nancy Farmer’s The House of the Scorpion) To be perfectly honest, I had a little trouble with today’s story.  Trouble insofar as

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“No, the cat had not come back”

Although this isn’t the first line, it is among the first pages of Haruki Murakami’s Wind Up Bird Chronicle. The genesis of this story is simple: our good friend, Brodie, has told us on several occasions that Amanda and I

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“No, the cat had not come back”

Although this isn’t the first line, it is among the first pages of Haruki Murakami’s Wind Up Bird Chronicle. The genesis of this story is simple: our good friend, Brodie, has told us on several occasions that Amanda and I

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“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”

This is the first line from J.R.R. Tolkien’s book, The Hobbit (which was written specifically for children, by the way, unlike his later, six-book saga). For a while now, a few years I’d say, I’ve been wanting to write a

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“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”

This is the first line from J.R.R. Tolkien’s book, The Hobbit (which was written specifically for children, by the way, unlike his later, six-book saga). For a while now, a few years I’d say, I’ve been wanting to write a

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It was a wrong number that started it,…

…the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the vioce on the other end asking for someone he was not.” (first line from Paul Auster’s City of Glass) Today I’m trying my hand at noir/detective fiction.  Sort

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It was a wrong number that started it,…

…the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the vioce on the other end asking for someone he was not.” (first line from Paul Auster’s City of Glass) Today I’m trying my hand at noir/detective fiction.  Sort

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Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K

…for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine morning.” (first line from Franz Kafka’s, The Trial) Coachella was a success!  I even got a little bit of writing done in between band sets and visits to the

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Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K

…for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine morning.” (first line from Franz Kafka’s, The Trial) Coachella was a success!  I even got a little bit of writing done in between band sets and visits to the

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