Category Archives: Writing

Tom Flanders, writer of fiction

100 words – blood

I feel it slipping away, becoming aware too late. Past the point of correctability. The numbers fall. Double digits when triple are required. The brain slows. The lightness invades the shoulders. The neck bobs. The sweat comes. Oh God, I’m … Continue reading

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The 17th wisest thing ever said

I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.

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Random Thoughts

Tires rolling fast and heavy over the slippery pavement. I pedal harder but the old guy on the Schwinn still pulls away. All is lost.

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100 Words – Meditation Anxiety

My attempts at meditation are without discipline. I’ve got the sitting quietly part down pretty good and I’m very good at breathing. Then comes the clearing your head part. I start off good, letting thoughts enter my head and float … Continue reading

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Random Thought

Truman, oh Truman, what lies have you told today? Hold your tongue and listen to the wind. It is weeping.

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Random Thought

How can a person grow to adulthood and not know how to treat a gunshot wound?

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100 words – Another Dance

Hello June. Teach me to waltz and I’ll buy you a rose. Then we’ll sit in the balcony, you smelling your new flower and me eating chocolate Pez from Winnie the Pooh’s goiter. The dancers below will twirl and swirl … Continue reading

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Random Thought

If a moan was a song the doomed would rule the world.

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100 words – Judging You

One day at the fabric warehouse the daughter of one of the cutters said to her mother that she was afraid that everyone in school was judging her. Her mother told her that no one was judging her. The girl … Continue reading

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Bruno’s Quest

Bruno cruises the beach lots in his tow truck listening to an 8-track of Tomita’s The Planets that’s been stuck in the player since 1982.

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