May 2013
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I wrote this several years ago after hearing about the death of a beloved professor of mine in 2008. I think everyone must have a favorite teacher in their life – it doesn’t matter what age they come along. I’ve been fortunate to have several in my life but the most colorful was Dr. Olaf…
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We sit on the patio, the table drenched in white linen. I press the pads of my fingers into the cushion of my chair and I sit up straight. The furniture is wicker, but not old creaky wicker like at my Grandmother’s house, broken and bleached gray in the sun. This is new, all natural…
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I have a new story published at Black Heart Magazine. Please check it out! http://blackheartmagazine.com/2013/05/13/the-easier-thing-by-brianne-m-kohl/ If you like it, please let me know by leaving comments. If you read it and hated it, thanks for reading it.
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All the kids in the neighborhood would come together, in silence and black clothes, just as dusk was settling in. Together, they’d cry out, “One o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock…” A child, the first unlucky ghost, would run and hide. “Four o’clock, five o’clock, six o’clock…” The bravest boy would begin to inch away from…
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In my writing class, we were told to find a news story and write two pieces of fiction: one from the POV of the criminal, one from the POV of the victim. This story is the from the criminal’s POV. See https://briannekohl.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/naked-florida-man-jumps-off-roof-onto-homeowner-knocks-television-over-empties-vacuum-cleaner-masturbates/ for the counter point story. The last thing I remember, before the incident, was laying…
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Ripped from the headlines: http://gawker.com/5978198/naked-florida-man-jumps-off-roof-onto-man-knocks-television-over-empties-vacuum-cleaner-masturbates “I went to bed real early – around 7pm, so it all happened right about that time,” Officer Roberts was busy scribbling into his little blue notebook and didn’t even glance up at me. I dragged my hands over the top of my head. When I’d started balding ten years ago,…
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Several years ago, a college buddy, Tim Bugansky, invited me to submit some poetry for a contest he was running that featured North East Ohio writers. I laughed. A lot. (I am many things, a poet is not one of them. Although, every time I get drunk, I change my mind.) Then I submitted three…
Brianne M. Kohl 