The Opulent Corpse
In 100 words… . – . – . The Opulent Corpse “Look,” the maître d’ whispered, “at the opulent …
Author Archives: Todd
It can’t be Bred in Captivity
I’m adding a new category to Mapping the Edge today, called, “In 100 Words“. Interspersed between my longer pieces will …
Shared Custody
. – . – . Shared Custody “I’m here for Angel.” I admit that, at that time, I spoke more …
A Pattern, A Game
. – . – . A Pattern, A Game Things of life Placed not laid Pressed for special occasion Each …
The Unexpected Question
No posts recently, because flu. The good thing about having the flu is the hallucinogenic stupor induced by the doc’s …
She Played, and Sometimes Sang
. – . – . She Played, and Sometimes Sang The old woman would have played …
An Absence of Things Hoped For
I can’t let today pass without posting something of a pseudo-poetic nature. Today’s is based on things overheard while I …
The New End
This is day 30 of 30, the last of November’s daily story project. It’s interesting how creating poetry differs from …
The New Twelve – Evelyn McHale
This post will make much more sense if you check out the previous Evelyn posts: Number 12, The New Life, …
The New Morning – Evelyn McHale
Recommended reading before today’s story: Number 12, and The New Life – Evelyn McHale, in that order. . – . …
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