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Hello and welcome to my Medium profile page. You can scroll down and see more of my work here on the site — a mix of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. I write other places too, and I’m working on my first novel.

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I’ve heard it said that good fences make good neighbors. If that’s true, I suppose the opposite must be as well. Bad fences make for bad neighbors. The guy who moved in next to Miss Dianna wasted no time putting up a fence. It was chain link, cobbled together from…


A red rose over a white rose with red stains
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There are five ways to tell if your boyfriend is a vampire. I can think of only three ways to tell if he’s cheating on you. First, he starts keeping secrets from you. I can’t always tell when Derrick’s lying, but I try to keep my eyes open. …


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The day before her twentieth wedding anniversary, Doreen Clark traveled alone to the Excelsior Hotel, where ghosts were rumored to roam the halls. …


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The way it started, I just wanted someone to like me. I wanted to have friends. I wanted to be more than that weird kid who lived with his grandmother above an abandoned movie theater. When people looked at me, they saw a scrawny boy with shaggy brown hair whose…


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They picked up the hitchhiker outside Salado, Texas. Twelve-year-old Kenny, his head hanging out the window like a dog’s, was the first to spot the blind man. He stood on the gravel embankment at the edge of the highway, nothing around him — no gas stations, no fast-food places, no…


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On the first anniversary of her daughter’s death, Ginny Stroud drove to the sea. In her late thirties, Ginny had dark brown hair that she kept clipped close to her scalp, like a young boy’s. A thick scar, twisted and rose-pink, traced from her scalp down the side of her…


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“What’s in the box, Carol?”

Carol Lewis nudged the container in question with the toe of her scuffed brown boot. An ominous buzz sounded from the cardboard box. Carol crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the two teenage girls standing in the doorway of her dorm room.


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“No one throws rice at weddings anymore.” The speaker, Hildy Lawson, sighed as she slipped a gold embossed invitation back into its envelope. Hildy, a spry and single woman in her fifties, was the youngest of five siblings. She’d been to more than her share of weddings.

“Isn’t rice bad…


Eggs in a bowl
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Sherry Corker stared at the tilting stack of cardboard boxes lining her mother’s closet. They’d already cleared out the kitchen, boxing dented pans and mismatched glassware to tote off to the Goodwill. Her mother fluttered in the living room, circling the floor and saying her own goodbyes to the home…

Terrye Turpin

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