Author Archives: Marshall Ramsey

Monster Chronicles

Frankenstein reclined awkwardly on the psychiatrist’s couch.  It was made for a man half his size and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get comfortable.  Of course, his comfort issues were internal. And that’s why he was … Continue reading

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Friday Free-For-All

Good morning! Hope you have a great day!

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Oct. 27 Daily Log

The idea for the short story Tiffany Jesus was a gift.  I wanted to write something last night but could not think of anything. When I woke up this morning, the image of a small church in Vermont where I had … Continue reading

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The Tiffany Jesus

An early snowfall had blanketed the forested hills of Vermont.  A big black sedan roared through the small town, ignoring the ice and slush on the road until it was too late.  There by the bridge over the river, its … Continue reading

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Thursday Free-For-All

Good morning! We’ve made it to Thursday!

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The sunrise

A short story dedicated to every American who has had their world rocked since the Great Recession began and are wondering “what’s next?” The razor scraping down his face hurt. Apparently his two-day stubble wasn’t going to give up so … Continue reading

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Wednesday Free-For-All

I’m speaking today at noon. What’s up with you?

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Oct. 25 Daily Log

Take the high road. Your opponent is capable of making themselves look bad without your help. Stay positive. Stay classy.  When you have someone messing with you, make them make the first mistake. Don’t stoop to their level.  The smell … Continue reading

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Tuesday Free-For-All

Good morning!  Wrote a story last night that I really am proud of.  I guess it is because I used to be a janitor, too.

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Karl

When I was a janitor, some people looked at me and saw a janitor. And some people looked at me and saw a person. This story is dedicated to them. Karl tied the plastic black bag in a knot and … Continue reading

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