About Fredrock

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Rock Rock 'til you drop.

Name:
Fred Rock
Sex:
Male 
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
The weeds, Wisconsin, United States
Local Time:
19 Sep 2017 12:40
Favorite Books:
The Maltese Falcon, The Big Sleep, The Glass Key, ASOIAF, The Hotel New Hampshire, A Catcher in the Rye, East of Eden
Favorite Authors:
Hemingway, Chandler, Hammett, Steinbeck, Salinger
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23 Aug 2016
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Forum Posts:
3
Stories:
16
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Topic: breath vs breathe
Posted: 13 Aug 2017 06:55

I wonder what it is with "breathe" and "breath". Whatever it is, "lose" and "loose" are serial offenders as well.

Topic: Who is your favourite author at the moment?
Posted: 10 Sep 2016 07:51

John Irving is probably my favorite all-time with Hotel New Hampshire being my favorite of his books.

Topic: submitting a story?
Posted: 30 Aug 2016 10:56

Can anyone tell me how long it usually takes to get a story approved? I submitted on on 8-27 and it's still in limbo. Sorry to sound impatient and no rush, just curious. Thanks.

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Hellions

Shelley’s monsters are wailing at me like their lives are at stake, and this guy wants to talk about insurance. Oh, I’ll call him all right – no question. Thanks for the card. The brats pull me free. They lead me past a shoe store, a phone store, a jeweler. We go by a kiosk for t-shirts, a kiosk for hobby drones, a chattering pack of teenage girls, and now we’re near the food court. I...

Added 17 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 111 | 5 Comments

Bloodbath Blues

  It was one of the nicer houses on its block which is to say three or four of the windows still held glass and the yard had been mowed at some point over the past year. The front door sagged from twisted hinges over a foot-wide chasm where the porch fell away from the house. There might have been a shutter still dangling that hadn’t yet fallen into the weeds. It was a nice place. Klein...

Added 15 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 108 | 4 Comments

Harvey's Agenda

The woman sat at the bar and stared into her drink and Harvey stood behind her. He laid a hand on her back and leaned in so his mouth was in her ear. “Did you get it?” She nodded at her drink. Harvey sat down. “Beautiful.” The bartender walked over. “What can I get you?” “Whiskey,” Harvey said. “Neat.” “How about you, ma’am? Ready for a refill?” The woman covered her glass with her...

Added 12 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 110 | 4 Comments

Hustled

She pulled from her cigarette, blew a stream of white smoke over my head, and asked: “Really John, what are you implying?” “I’m not implying anything,” I said. “I’m telling you flat-out that you killed your husband.” She blinked. There was a slight clenching of the jaw. Otherwise, her face remained careless and slack. She laughed. “You’ve seen too many movies!” “Have I?” She sighed...

Added 10 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 109 | 3 Comments

Party at River Island

We followed railroad tracks by the forest, and the tracks followed the river. A white moon hung full and bright to our right, fluorescent on the water. To our left, dense black trees grew close to the tracks. Chalk-white stones glowed with the moon, piled loosely around heavy wooden ties. I grabbed one of the stones and gauged its weight, its feel. Then, with all I had, I flung it into...

Added 09 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 120 | 3 Comments

Recommended Read Chump City Nights

Since 1946, the same electric sign has hung out over the sidewalk in front of Dusty’s Pub. The sign features a cartoon French maid dusting the word “Dusty’s” with a feather duster. One warm summer evening in 1978, Dusty, the club’s namesake and creative genius behind the sign, clutched his chest, slid down a wall behind the bar, and expired. His widow sold Dusty’s before Dusty was cold and...

Added 07 Aug 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 136 | 3 Comments

Buried Treasure

He stood in a large hole, perhaps four feet deep and five or six in diameter. The digging was strenuous, the ground comprised of gravel and sand. With each thrust, the shovel stopped dead, sending a jolt through his arms, his shoulders, his back. Every few minutes, he dropped to his hands and knees to dig by hand. With his fingers, he unearthed heavy rocks, straining to wrestle them from the...

Added 20 Oct 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 263 | 6 Comments

Rush the Stage

Rush the stage And fight your way Through tempest of the sea This ocean Raging, churning Oh, how it beckons thee! Rush the stage In foaming waves Look straight up to see Close enough to touch him You could almost wash his feet! And every night he battles And everyone he slays Establishing his kingdom All that he surveys Til fateful day When vice he takes Him it takes instead ...

Added 26 Sep 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 158 | 6 Comments

The Forest Fire - Short Short

He stared in disbelief as fire consumed the world. On every side it raged, roaring through century-old trees like a blowtorch through dry straw. He watched detached, as animals scampered to and fro in terror and he realized in an offhand way that he was completely surrounded now, the heat an impenetrable wall. Still he remained frozen, bearing witness to the horror as...

Added 19 Sep 2016 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 172 | 9 Comments

Grandma and Teddy

The stuffed bear was dearer to the boy than a pet, perhaps dearer than a cousin or sibling. Always, he brought it along to Grandma’s farm. When he snagged it on a barn nail, cotton stuffing erupted. He stared horrified then sprinted to the house, every second critical. “Earl is hurt!” he shrieked. “He’s dying!” Grandma appeared quickly. She pried the bear gently from his fist and carried it...

Added 11 Sep 2016 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 296 | 8 Comments

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