Creative Writing
From time to time – far more rarely than I would like – I manage to write something just for me. Little stories. Memories.
This is the stuff that could be termed “creative non-fiction”, I suppose. It’s not made up – these are stories of things that definitely happened – but I might have changed names or filled in the gaps here and there. You know what I’m saying.
Maybe they’ll become longer, maybe they’ll get the digital equivalent of a screwing-up-and-throwing-away, maybe they’ll become part of something else. Who knows.
Whatever these snippets are, they don’t belong on the blog, but – if only for my sanity – they needed an outlet. So this is it.
The List
Super Sharp Shooter
Prejudice (1988) (this doesn’t really count, since I wrote it as a teenager)