20 Minute Fiction

Short writing (and some longer things too)

The Untitled Document

By K D | Oct 5, 2019

Teneya and Billy in bed in the morning, Teneya with her leg draped across those of Billy and her foot tucking around his ankle, moving softly over his feet and her head on his shoulder and her fingertips spinning through the hair on his chest, lowering to stroke his stomach. Her body is young and…

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In the Morning

By K D | Aug 24, 2019

Billy opened the sliding screen door and the young dog bolted out and turned and stood waiting. The old dog was the one Billy had on a leash so that it’s knee could heal, and they stepped gingerly out of the door and onto the earth and started walking around the house and up into…

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Bury Me Alive

By K D | Jul 2, 2019

Promise to bury me alive not deeply, and only from the neck down Just a thin layer of rich beautiful soil to pin my body against the earth in a forest that’s far away and then just let me be I will be alright Leave my senses in full bloom so I can witness the…

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The Gas Station, et al.

By K D | May 8, 2019

Everything goes away, everything goes away. I always have music in my head. Never a full song, but a couple of lines or two. Tonight while I’m sitting on my boulder behind the house that sits in front of the forest, I hear the refrain from a Radical Face song. I don’t remember the name,…

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A Half Full Moon

By K D | Mar 15, 2019

The boys stood in the clearing behind the house before the first trees of the forest, a darkening sky above. Wow, that moon is exactly half a sphere! Half a circle. What? It’s a circle. What you can see is a circle, and only half of it. A sphere is an orb, like a ball.…

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Billy and Jim and You and Me

By K D | Mar 6, 2019

I’ve been asked on occasion who Billy and Jim are. It’s clear to most that there are elements of myself in both characters, but in my own mind, I am Billy. I’ve always been Billy. Who Jim is remains a mystery to me. I’ve written for years about the both of them, using their beings…

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The Winds Whispering Among the Trees

By K D | Feb 15, 2019

“Fucking winter.” Billy spat. “Fuck you.” With every footfall his boots slipped in the snow. He was walking up the hill behind the house with the snow falling even now in the late days of February. “Fuck you.” Billy said to himself. “I hate you,” he said to himself. He stopped to catch his breath.…

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Three Days Past Full

By K D | Jan 24, 2019

The moon was three days past full, and Billy used its light in the darkness of the night to navigate to the wood pile in the snow. The snow was fresh but wet, and under the great pine trees it had frozen a thin crust which Billy broke through with his boots, down the hill…

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