The Bored at Work Journal

The Bored at Work Journal is a sort of literary dumping ground, a place for a few writers to post all the bits and pieces of original writing they would otherwise forget. The posts will never be continued or followed up, at least not here.
The Bored at Work Journal is all about the unfinished.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

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Crunch . . . Crunch . . . Crunch . . . CHINK . . . There are certain sounds that our minds always listen for. Crunch . . . A mother can h...
Tuesday, August 09, 2005

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A Seventh Opinion "Well, Mr. Brown," said the psychologist at the middle of the table, flanked on each side by three of his collea...
Wednesday, July 20, 2005

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If it Means Killing, You Kill Scene 1: Exterior of an apartment building, at night, lit only by street lights. Aaron Miston walks down the s...
Thursday, June 23, 2005

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Immaculate Conception The first thing you need to understand . . . the first thing I need you to understand, is that I never intended for an...
Monday, June 20, 2005

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Draw. It was August, 1882. Wyatt Earp had just kicked the legs out from under the Cowboys when he buried a handfull of shot into Curly Bill...

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Credo. The idea here is to have a dumping ground for the snippets of writing that usually get left on the cutting room floor. Eventually (ho...
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