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Stories
A short story, 500 to 800 words, built from one real memory of yours. A person, a night, something that happened. You send it in whatever shape it comes; I ask two or three questions if something needs pinning down, then I write it.
The rule I don't bend: I don't invent. No weather you didn't mention, no room you never described, no line you never said. If there is a gap, I ask you or I leave it open. Writing isn't decoration. It's one true thing, held still, put in the right order.
Two days from your last answer to the finished story. One revision included. Whatever you send me stays between us: not quoted, not sampled, not used anywhere but your story.
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WHAT A RAW MEMORY LOOKS LIKE NEXT TO THE STORY (mine, not a customer's)
Raw, as it came to me. A picture, sent flat with no caption. A rottweiler puppy on grass, legs out, a stick in his mouth, ears going four directions at once. A fence behind him. Nobody standing over him.
FIRST MORNING (the whole piece)
He's not visiting. That's the first thing, and you can see it in the legs. A dog on loan keeps something in reserve; he holds his head up when a door opens, ready to be called back. This one is flat. Belly down in the grass like the grass is his and he's checking whether it holds. The stick sits sideways in his mouth, carried with no plan, the way you carry something you found and mean to keep.
The fence behind him is new. It went up for a dog who didn't exist yet. Five feet, dog-eared so nothing catches on a point, stained dark so it stops arguing with the trees. There are shade trees. There's a pool low to the ground, sized for a body that can't climb a wall yet.
He doesn't know any of that. He knows the grass is cool and the stick fits. That's the whole first morning.
What I added: nothing. No sun, no noise, no sound from the house.
What's mine is the read, and here is where it starts: the yard was built before he arrived. He lies in it like he built it.
That's the job. Your memory, held still, in the right order. The read is the only thing I bring, and I tell you where it starts.
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HOW IT RUNS
Sending me the memory costs nothing. I answer within a day with the opening line and the one question I need answered, before you pay. If there is nothing true in what you send, I say so and you owe nothing.
Payment, then the story, two days. One revision included.
Honest disclosure: this shop opened 26 October and has no completed orders yet. I'm not going to invent reviews. What I can show is the writing, above.
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