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Throwback Thursday: My 7th-grade crime story!

“Renaldo!”  I wrote this story in the 7th or 8th grade.  It was my attempt at an organized crime thriller.

The story has everything!!  Ziti!!  Cocaine!!  A main character whose name is “Scab!!”  Famous cops who go by a single name — like Madonna or Prince or something!!  The phrase “genius detective, pride of the police force!!”  Possibly a degree of confusion about when the Great Depression occurred!!  (I chose to set the story in the 1920’s, for some reason, and confusingly stated that “jobs were scarce” at the time.  Hey — I’ve told you people before that I was never the smartest kid in the class.)

Anyway, enjoy (?) this antique Nolan prose.  Thanks once again to Carrie Schor for passing along vintage stuff from the Longwood Central School District in New York.

Postscript: admit it — you saw the headline “7th-grade crime story” and thought this would be about me committing a crime in the 7th grade, didn’t you?  But I gotta find out about a couple of statutes of limitations before I write about those.



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Next year’s hit costume:

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Halloween-themed memes the day after Halloween?

I can’t resist.



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(The deluxe version includes a half dozen unfinished drafts.)

Via the Writers Helping Writers Facebook page.


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The Ministry of Power?

Seriously, though, has anyone ever noticed that the building for Appalachian power has some goddam Stalinist architecture?

It’s like something out of Nineteen Eighty-Four.



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A black cat on Brandon Avenue.

Or maybe it’s just a catbird.

Roanoke, Virginia.



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Leavin’ Las Vegas?

I found this praying mantis on one of my Autumn walks, up north of downtown Roanoke.  He looked like he was hastily leaving the city.  Maybe he was fed up with pesky people taking his photo.

 

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Holst your horses.

A spammer named Inger Holst keeps sending me messages.

I can’t train my mind not to notice because that name sounds so much like a severe, minimalist German film director who wants to adapt my writing.

Update — maybe she IS a German director. I dunno. When it comes to foreign film, I’m pretty Ingerant.



“Hello, Darkness, my old friend.”

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This kind of thing is gonna get old real fast.

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