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This year will mark a new set of goals. In checking, I actually didn’t list any goals last year, so I can’t tell you how I did.

Boy, getting old and forgetting really sucks.

So, this year will mark a return of yearly writing goals. These will be simple and easy to track. They also started on Monday the 5th since it is easy to track things by the week.

I will write 2500 new words of fiction a week. I will write every day, although this may not be new words, except for scheduled down times. Holidays and trips are pre-booked. I think editing a submission counts as writing every day as long as the 2500 a week happens.

Wish me luck.

Note, this got saved as a post about five minutes until post time due to getting slammed at work the last few days. I have got to get the stories scheduled further ahead.

L. E. White

Safety Statistics

Brian sat down at his kitchen table and looked at the pile of books sitting in the middle. All of the titles were about self-actualization, self-improvement and life management. Each copy, no matter how old, was dog-eared from folded corners and bursting with sticky notes that marked important pages.

A dry erase board, a smaller version of the ones found in most office conference rooms, was clamped to the refrigerator door. It said, “Days without incident 18”, in bright red letters. In smaller, black letters is said, “You can do it. You are not a slave to your desires.”

Motivational posters were stuck to the refrigerator, cabinet doors and walls. Brian looked from one to the other, sniffling and wiping tears from his eyes as he read each one out loud.

“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”

“When you believe something can be done, your mind will find the ways to do it. Believing in a solution paves the way to a solution.”

He took a deep breath as he looked down as the blood covering his pants. He let out a sigh as he looked at the smear of blood coming into the kitchen from the other room.

He grunted and stood up before turning to look at the body on the floor beside the sink. She was naked, trails of red running away from where he had stabbed her. The bottom of her long, dark hair flowed around the handle of the butcher knife like water around a stone. Except for the strands that now clumped together where they were wet with blood, those stuck to her skin.

“Damn,” he said as he walked over to the board and replaced the 18 with a zero.

Categories: Flash Fiction, Horror, Writing
  1. January 7, 2015 at 11:36 AM

    Good luck!
    I resolve to learn to read Japaneese this year. Should probably resolve to write or review more, but I just got ahold of a ‘stack’ of free kindle manga.

    • January 7, 2015 at 12:16 PM

      Good for you. I don’t think any effort to learn will ever be a waste of time, so I wouldn’t worry about what your other resolutions should be. This one will offer you a chance for experience you won’t get otherwise.

  2. January 8, 2015 at 11:55 AM

    Best of luck with it! Setting goals is truly a needed step. It’s something I’m trying to do in my own writing as well. So far so good, but there’s a lot of 2015 stretching ahead…

    • January 8, 2015 at 3:41 PM

      This is very true. There is a lot, but we can do it.

      Best of luck to you as well.

  3. January 9, 2015 at 10:49 AM

    Love the dark humor in the story.

    Also: Luck!

    • January 9, 2015 at 11:29 AM

      Thank you very much.

      I don’t think about humor in writing. It isn’t something I go for, so I hadn’t considered it as an element here. Now that you mention it, I see what you mean.

      I have gotta write more attempts at humor into my stories.

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