Finnian Burnett

Storyteller

I recently advanced to the second round of the NYC Midnight Drabble contest. My category was drama and I had to include the action of injuring a knee and the word “line.” This is what I came up with. A Walk in the Woods Dave tripped on a root and fell hard. “God dammit.” He …

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Here’s a drabble (100 words exactly) story I submitted recently that didn’t get accepted. The theme was war. The Association’s Claim The McAlister’s 1985 Winnebago slams through my front window; knickknacks careen through the air. My body is moving before my mind registers the assault. “Protect the pond,” I shout to the kids. Dave McAlister …

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The other day, something happened that shook my world. Or, perhaps, two things shook my world—one in a horrible way and one in an oh-so-amazing way. I realized, with about a week to go until classes start, that I didn’t have the money for my next semester. I’ve hit the cap on student loans and …

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I was blessed to sit in on a master class by poet Emily August on journaling practices for creative writers. It was a perfect blend of academic information, details about various techniques, and writing exercises to get us started. One of the things Dr. August had us practice was automatic writing. Though I didn’t hit …

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This piece came from one of the excellent workshops I took with author Grace Palmer. The Price of Cookies The boy wandered the aisles of the shop and the clerk watched him. She didn’t watch closely; her feet hurt after seven hours on shift, and she didn’t want to go to the trouble of leaving …

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