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Michael Seidel's Writings

Short Story
Jan.12.2013
The First Line
  Cranes By Michael Seidel   It was her silent affirmations that kept her from going completely insane.  They gurgled like a mantra, 'It will be okay.  I didn't do anything wrong.' JJ rose from the breakfast table.  "Are you going to be okay?"  He looked concerned but dour.  He didn't understand.  Nobody that wasn't there...
Short Story
Nov.30.2012
The First Line
  When my brother, Andy, went away to college, he left me his fishing pole, a well-read copy of The Wind in the Willows, and a stack of Playboys.  Seeing the stash, I stopped mid-stride.  The pithy pile was waiting when I returned home for the first time in three days, along with a moldy funk and Andy's lavender cologne.  My mind clicked...
Short Story
Nov.17.2012
    Sometimes, when it's quiet, I can remember what my life was like before moving to Cedar Springs. That’s why I avoid the quiet. I don’t want to remember that my father tried to kill me or that he was still alive. Better to forget him and hope he forgot me.  That’s what I sometimes believe. Those are the secrets I tell people to cover my lies. I...