Hey! I’m blogging from the newest restaurant in town. The food is yummy!

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So, I kept writing today. For some reason I always like it when there’s an infodump at the end of the story and it makes it seems like everyone just goes on their merry way. It works as long as you don’t need to make up some reason for a sequel. So I now have [...]

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OK, so here I am, just on the threshold of actually writing out 50,000 semi-cohesive words. I’m at 48,349.
“Hey, there’s the foot. Reset your trip odometer”, Ralph said, looking at the running shoe on the side of the road whiz by.
By the time they got back to the paved road the trip odometer read 1.4 [...]

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I don’t know. The only living thing that has died so far has been a rat. All the other dead people were dead when the story started.
Peter sat on the front bumper and took out his cell phone. He was pondering whether he wanted to call the police again. He didn’t want to, so he [...]

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It feels weird to be coming to the end of the month. I need another 600 words today but I have to go eat sushi.
The few Skookums that were left didn’t know all the other names the man gave them. They didn’t much care, not having the gift of speech. The main thing they were [...]

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When Peter and Ralph got back under the bridge, Eric was gone but the box was still sitting where Ralph had left it.
“Where’d he go?”, asked Ralph.
“Who knows? What is Kurt looking at?”
“He’s facing that direction, toward the cul de sac”, Ralph said pointing beyond the blackberry brambles.
“And I bet that is a DEAD [...]

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“Give me the cheat sheets. I’ll dole out clues when you beg for them. You’re the one that picked a high difficulty multipart cache to start with”, Peter said, grabbing the paper.
Ralph kept his eyes on the trees right above six feet from the ground, looking for a hole or crevice that could be hiding [...]

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OK, there are all these threads and stories swirling around, and I need to connect the dots before I’m done. Here’s my attempt to suture one part, a critical part, into the rest of the mess:
Ollie Svenberg lived his entire life in a circle twenty miles in diameter, centered on the house his grandfather built. [...]

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The prodigal son returns with his own fatted calf, throwing dollar bills around in the wind. These bills start to litter the ground making some people think that the sidewalks will soon be host to new faces and brighter days. When the sun goes down, the lichen and the moss return from the shadows and [...]

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Glancing through the dirty window at the remnants of forgotten kitchens.

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