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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts- Part IV
Part IV: A Funeral Without Finality Arising the next morning he noticed the signed Bickerhoff book lying on top of his dresser. He opened it and read the inscription to his father: “To…
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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts- Part III
Part III: A Disappointing Encounter He was awakened very late the next morning by his aunt telling him that she was going to the funeral home to make arrangements, his mother was finally…
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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts- Part II
Part II – A Living Dog Is Better Than A Dead Lion As he returned to his room and prepared to read, his resident advisor, Tom, popped in hurriedly with an impatient and…
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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts- Part I
(This short story that will be published in 5 parts.) Part I: A Typical Day at College (Until It Wasn’t) “Hi, what are you reading?” John asked Charlie as he entered the room.…
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Freshly Fallen Hope (Greeting Card Remix)
Photo by Sarah Evans on Unsplash In the deadness of winter With your blinking thoughts Refusing to yield To anything But the wind and confusion Of disappointment and disillusion In the dreariness of…
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Underweight- Part IV
“Maybe we can still try to get to know him a little,” Stacey offered. “Tom, do you still have Mr. Felder’s notebook?” “What?!” Michael exclaimed in disbelief. As Tom pulled out the…
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Underweight- Part III
Shortly afterwards Tom and Michael left with their minds focused on the mystery of Jonathan Felder and his hatred of rain. The next few days saw plenty of rain and attempts by…
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Underweight- Part II
As Jonathan Felder recounted his love-forsaken youth, Tom and Michael each took another glance at him. “That is definitely a man deep in thought,” Tom surmised. “He looks like he’s so…
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Underweight- Part I
[This is my longest and most complex short story to date and will be published in 4 parts. Symbolism plays an important role and is the key to understanding both the story and…
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Freshly Fallen Hope
[This poem was inspired by a photograph of a fresh snowfall at dusk taken by a friend and is the final poem in the quadrilogy. I have learned the hard way that sometimes…