Behind Closed Doors.
Secrets of a successful Interent Business. Behind Closed Doors. -
This is another of the (few) completed stories I’ve written. It goes way back… to the first creative writing course I took in college… about 16 years ago or so. It’s been ages since I’ve looked at it, but I can tell you it’s rough, not very polished. I remember being inspired by Stephen King while writing this, too. It’s about 3215 words in length. As usual, this is freely available and copyrighted under a Creative Commons BY-NC-SA license. I I stand on the edge of the rock, overlooking the ocean. It is windy, sand blowing in my eyes; I convince myself that’s what’s causing the tears to stream down my face. I look at my hands, and I wonder at the past four days. I am high up. The ocean looks so inviting. II I slung the duffel bag over the rail and onto the deck of the boat. Around me, people, some scruffy-looking, some well-dressed, traveled to and fro along the dock, working at their respective trades or enjoying the sights and smells of the fishing fleet in port. The day was relatively mild, with a clear blue sky and a light breeze coming in from the ocean. Out to sea there was a thin gray line of fog, about five to eight miles out — it would be in the bay by nightfall, with the wind. The air tasted of brine and was heavy, but not oppressive, with moisture, and the sounds of the tourism and fish packing plants carried over the water of the bay with eerie clarity. Continue reading
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