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Author: clwestbr

Clint Westbrook is a Midwestern writer of all things strange, as well as a film fan and amateur smart-ass.

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Rusty hinges creaked on the door to the studio apartment as he returned home from work. Frankie had lived there … More

clubfoot, frankie, murder, NaNoShoStoMo, sandy, scary, studio apartment

Kenny Carlyle’s Charming Escapade

Miss Merkin was lovely, charming, funny, and overly wonderful for a second grade teacher. At least, that was how she … More

gift box, NaNoShoStoMo, principal, second grade, teacher, vibrator

A Bone to Pick

The Writer’s stomach stung, the bones piercing the lining and creating ulcers. The stress of the situation left a bad … More

bones, guts, intestine, master, Muse, NaNoShoStoMo, pain, searing, slave, writer, writing

NaNoShoStoMo -30 in 30

Updated November 15, 2016: We are two-thirds of the way through the month with 21 stories down and 9 more to … More

NaNoShoStoMo

Taillights in the Rain

Jacob drove down the street, tires kicking up puddles to splash empty sidewalks. It was only three o’clock in the … More

argument, car, carnahan, jacob, mother, NaNoShoStoMo, rain, taillights, valerie

“Arrival” Asks the Hard Questions

“We want to forget until we start to forget. from the poem Regret” ― Lawrence Raab, The History of Forgetting … More

aliens, amy adams, arrival, denis villeneuve, Jóhannsson, language, linguistics, man-cry, shells

The Hole, the Girl, and the Walrus

The hole was an enigma. Harold Jennings, like many, had gotten the idea to visit it while he and his … More

hole, i am the walrus, midwest, NaNoShoStoMo, possession, wheat

Footprints in an Ashen Snow

Ash fell softly on the ground, piling up into a shuffle of dust around Karen’s feet. She kicked a bit … More

ash, bones, burned, fireman, house, invisible, man, NaNoShoStoMo

Wolfman of Amber Grove

Thundering in Ashton’s head brought the blur to a crisp, waking reality. Every pock and crater, every line of texture … More

fuzz, gun, hair, man, nan, wolf, wolfman

Candles in the Dark

The lights had flickered in the wet splatter of the storm. Bullets of rain smacked into the sides of the … More

candles, dark, king, NaNoShoStoMo

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