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Fun with Frank: 88...

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Thursday, May 03, 2007. And what’s keeping you from making the decision? Well, Frank began, his eyes narrowed to near sleeping slits and his voice taking on the timbre of a dusty professor. It’s a long, cold walk home. Did you want company? He barely got that last word out, and his eyes remained closed to slits. Alexis shrugged her shoulders suggestively. Frank look...

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Fun with Frank: July 2005

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Thursday, July 21, 2005. Frank stumbled to the couch and sat hard. He lightly rubbed one eye and watched the blue sparks tumble into black. Bryan stood with the refrigerator door open, feeling the coolness click to his clammy skin. What else has been weird this morning? He grabbed a beer and sat next to Frank. You smell, man. Frank said with a yawn. Bryan stopped th...

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Fun with Frank: 84...

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Thursday, March 01, 2007. She maintained some semblance of calm, was able to keep from pressing down on the gas and mowing over the pedestrians, by focusing on the miles of inky black ahead of her. There was something about the eerie, seemingly infinite nature of it that made it seem easy to drown her anxieties in. She tapped aimlessly on the steering wheel, waiting...

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Fun with Frank: 85...

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Thursday, March 22, 2007. Alexis remembered beaches that were impossible to see the long hike down to from the highway. Alexis remembered beaches that were marked from the street, but the long trek down still made them unsavory to many visitors. Alexis also remembered many beaches that began with parking lots right off of the god damned highway.

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Fun with Frank: 81...

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Wednesday, January 31, 2007. She turned and laughed at the sky. She knew that the sudden tsunami of adrenaline, followed by the unnaturally fast evaporation of it, had left her feeling this giddy, dopey daze. Let it roll, she thought. There's nothing for it," she whispered and again laughed. Who's my pretty, little girl? Alexis was unable to clearly remember the wor...

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Fun with Frank: August 2005

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Tuesday, August 23, 2005. What guy are you talking about Lou? What did he tell you? This guy showed up yesterday, Lou whispered down the phone in a tone that was the audio equivalent of an itch. He was in my house, just sitting at the table in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette. Was he a homeless guy? Frank asked, his eyes widening, waiting intensely for an answer.

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Fun with Frank: December 2005

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Wednesday, December 28, 2005. Frank blinked rapidly, trying as quickly as possible to place where he was. He realized it was the park, but he was confused, and more than a little frightened, at how he had come to wake up there. He looked up at this guy staring down at him. Sorry, the guy said. Looks like the Frisbee got away from us there. Something about this young...

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Fun with Frank: April 2005

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Wednesday, April 27, 2005. The sound breezes through the living room and just past Bryan, practically asleep himself. As Bryan expels heavy and dank smoke pulled from a pipe through the barely open window, the buzz makes a break to mix and mingle with the noises outside. This sound has ridden hidden waves through the city, past dark houses where sleepers moan, past ...

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Fun with Frank: March 2005

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Thursday, March 31, 2005. He picked up the phone and began slowly pushing buttons. He felt that most dread in his life came just after dialing the 916 area code. Posted by P. B. Nomer 8:51 PM. Saturday, March 26, 2005. Didya even heat that shit up? Frank threw the copy of Wank down on the kitchen table and sifted through the layers of trash already there. The cab ma...

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Fun with Frank: 80...

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A running, first draft only, write-yourself-into-and-out-of-a-corner kind of serial story. View my complete profile. Billy Cleans His Plate. Friday, November 24, 2006. When the Malibu had rounded a curve to the east and was out of sight, Alexis removed her face from Matthew's with a grimace. She pulled her hands away and wiped them on herself. Matthew's body slid down the side of the car and fell to the gravel on the side of the road with a boneless thump. Alexis let fly a kick into his ribs. Alexis let ...