Jargon (Short Fiction)

A short story I wrote for a contest a while ago (I lost), inspired by an experience I had a while ago doing research into a topic that employed some complex technical language.

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JARGON

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Jason caught his reflection in the glass door at the front of National Executive Tech, a monument in stone and glass to retro urban industrial architecture. He wondered if he was ready. It was an unmissable opportunity, considering the prestige of the up-and-coming technology corporation: a six month, unpaid internship, but with a possible job at the other end. He took a breath and was about to enter when a skinny figure with a cheap tie slipped in ahead of him, commenting, “You snooze, you lose, JJ!” It was Ronnie, the other intern starting today—his competitor for the job. Continue reading Jargon (Short Fiction)

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Losing [Friday Fictioneers]

Only six months this time since my last effort, I return once again to Friday Fictioneers in an effort to provoke myself to more storytelling on this blog.  The idea is to respond to a photo prompt with a story of 100 words. I’m not sure how this one has turned out, but nonetheless it makes me sad. Continue reading Losing [Friday Fictioneers]

Glad to See the Back of You [Short Fiction]

Claude looked into the mirror, but all he could see was the back of his own head.  His reflection would not meet his gaze.  Claude waited, stared harder, but the reflection didn’t move.  How long had this been going on?  How long had his own reflection rejected him? Continue reading Glad to See the Back of You [Short Fiction]

The Way Out (Friday Fictioneers)

It’s been just over a year now, but I somewhat randomly decided to look at this week’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly writing challenge in which people pen stories of roughly 100 words inspired by a weekly photo.  At first, the picture didn’t inspire anything, but then suddenly, something emerged… Continue reading The Way Out (Friday Fictioneers)

Boys Will Be Boys

A couple of weeks ago, I participated in a Writing Seminar.  One of our projects was to interview a classmate and turn an incident from their life into a short story. Since then, I’ve revised and added to this story, and the result is what you have here.  It is shared with the permission of the person who lived it (or a variation of it, anyway). 

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