Renegade Writers Guild

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“Silencing the Tone” by Kevin F. Wishon

I’ve seen you before, and I know why you are here. Continue reading ““Silencing the Tone” by Kevin F. Wishon”

“Because it was You” by Kevin F. Wishon

We met at the train station of life where so many people meet. Continue reading ““Because it was You” by Kevin F. Wishon”

“Winds of My Discontent” by Kevin F. Wishon

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“Someone Please Explain” by Kevin F. Wishon

I usually accept a car name as soon as I first hear of it, but occasionally I’m left wondering just what was a car company thinking? Continue reading ““Someone Please Explain” by Kevin F. Wishon”

“Spring Fling” by Kevin F. Wishon

“If you get the breath knocked out of you, sniff air through your nose, and you will recover quicker.” My cousin had returned home from Europe for a visit, and we were catching up on recent events and sharing experiences. Continue reading ““Spring Fling” by Kevin F. Wishon”

“A Writer’s Aspiration” by Kevin F. Wishon

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“Cryptic Revelations” by Kevin F. Wishon

Time passed quickly, and Jared’s eyes began to ache from skimming so many lines of code, but this was his window of opportunity. Forty-five minutes to either find what he was looking for or quit. Continue reading ““Cryptic Revelations” by Kevin F. Wishon”

“Where the Heart Grows Fonder” by Kevin F. Wishon

My Beloved:

I hope this letter finds you well. I have no doubt you are working tirelessly to maintain all that we hold so dear during these difficult times. Truthfully, I envy your inner strength, as you seem to handle it all with ne’er one complaint. On the other hand, I cannot say how many times my mind has turned to you over these past few weeks. Only a call to arms or a difficult task prevents my mind from dwelling on our precious times together. Never would I have dreamed of missing the foul odors of our farm, as much as freshly laundered sheets hanging from the clothesline, but I do miss it. However, I miss you far more.  Continue reading ““Where the Heart Grows Fonder” by Kevin F. Wishon”

“Tall Timbers” by Kevin F. Wishon


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