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H. D. Watson

Musings of a Writer and Copy Editor

The times they are a-changin'. With digital technology and online accessibility continuing to disrupt traditional print industries, I find it important to provide a space where I can connect and engage with a wider audience. I’ve included some samplings from my work as a writer and proofreader.

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The Witches Malboeuf: Chasing Freedom

Silence fell upon the black night as I drifted off to slumber, cozied beneath my alpaca wool blanket, soft and fuzzy like rabbit fur. I...

Sam

Sam’s corpse had already begun to emit an odor of a familiar nature. She was much heavier than she appeared, carrying a surplus of weight...

Don't Keep Me Waiting

Know the imposter Soothe mine forlorn broken heart Ceaselessly tears spout Drained, sober posture Before me, you disconcert Keep within...

When Came the Fire

Who assassinated Šarru Rabȗ? - one might ask. I, rather, asked the real question at hand: why? Why was his highness drinking so heavily...

Leviathan

“He’s got an awful way about him, he has!” Chappy shrieked, waving his cane out in front of him, barely able to remain upon his feet. His...

The Witches Malboeuf

The last time I’d seen Jesse Malboeuf was when we were children; I was 5 and he was 7. He was cruel to me then, excluding me from a game...

The Star Whisperer

I watched through the tall glass windows, the man playing the bouzouki, sitting on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, where sat my...

Sleep with the Butterflies

Audrey Novak sits in the dim candle-lit room, her legs crossed and back straight, eyes closed as she focuses on the sound of the breeze...

Twinkle Twinkle

Clara Union stares out the window, one foot inside reality, one foot out, and observes a meadowlark situated on a branch, fluttering his...

Whitewashed

"And then the priest said, 'Hey, you want to go screw that kid?'" Smitty cackled and bellowed, splitting into hysterical laughter over...

Fourteen Stanzas

You’re dripping, overflowing of that delectable sin Oh, how you shall taste upon mine parched lips Drained, unanchored, defeated all from...

Friend of Mine Enemy

Sam’s corpse had already begun to emit an odor of a familiar nature. She was much heavier than she appeared, carrying a surplus of weight...

When the Dogwoods Bloom

It was a long fall to the ground, but still I inched closer to the ledge, fearful of what she would do to me if I didn't end it now, if...

Aquarius

Streaks of fire showered down from the dark skies above, hailing silicates from the heavens, and depositing them upon the earth just...

Pieces of God

My mother always spoke of God, and what really stuck with me was her explanation of the pieces of God that existed throughout the world,...

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