Rob Loughran's Writings
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Mar.17.2013
The Press Democrat, Santa Rosa, CA
Their little world is self-contained, distinctive, and unlike any other. Although it draws customers from all walks of American life—across any and all conceivable demographic—its core consumers are cult-like and truly fanatical. This Sonoma County business provides not only goods and services but something more important.
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Short Story
Mar.05.2013
The Bartender: A Collection of Stories by Rob Loughran
The knife missed Willie’s head by two feet. It bounced off the fake wood paneling and clattered to the floor. Willie watched the As-Seen-On-TV Ginsu spin slowly to a stop. Then he bent and retrieved the plastic handled blade. “You can't do nothing right,” he said.
Willie staggered slightly and pointed the knife at Joyce. He closed one eye to bring her dual images...
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Essay
Oct.29.2012
www.amazon.com/dp/B005DTO6W6
While traveling in cars, shrouded in these plastic-and-metal manifestations of our status and self-image, we never see anything fresh, anew. While driving we must observe and monitor pedestrians, bicyclists, autos, and road hazards but this type of road-awareness is a necessary autonomic function. It’s impossible to appreciate subtle and unique experiences at 35...
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Short Story
Oct.17.2012
CHAKRA STORIES, 2008
THE BARTENDER
1945
Dylan ran sprints up an unpaved road.
The lean, serious runner wore tattered black shorts and was naked to the waist. He ran in a pair of patched, vintage British plimsoles.
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Short Story
May.21.2012
Crime Factory, Issue #10
“I want you should kill my wife,” said Clifford.
“She burn the meatloaf again?” asked Paul.
“No,” Clifford shuffled the cards and placed them for Paul to cut. “She’s taken a younger lover.”
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Jan.20.2012
Published June 2007 by Lulu Press
The Official X-Rated Animal Jokebook
Why doesn’t Smokey Bear have any children?
Because every time his wife gets hot he throws dirt on her and beats her with a shovel.
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A lady brings her Schnauzer to the vets. The receptionist asks her what’s wrong with the dog. The lady shows her the dog’s ear, which has an ingrown hair. “I’ll save...
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Jan.04.2012
Lady's Circle, April 1984
“Dad, Nathan won’t stop hitting me.”
“Hit him back.”
“Dad, Addy’s feeding the baby dogfood.”
“But we don’t have a dog.”
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Dec.17.2011
Salvo Press
34
Future Glue, from the force of Vergil’s misguided bullet had been knocked down. Glue neighed and struggled to his feet. Concrete from one of the hundred pound sacks flowed like viscous liquid onto the dock. Jeff whimpered and rolled in the sand. Svoboda pulled his .38 and waved it at Davis, who motored down the hill on the BSA with...
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Dec.15.2011
Salvo Press
30
Corine’s only concession to the news of Woody’s death was her Tam o’Shanter. She’d swapped the red-and-green cap for a solid black beanie. She had decided in 1973, at the funeral of an eleven-year-old niece, to exclude death from her personal experience of the universe.
This wasn’t a naïve and innocent assertion that death didn’t exist...
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Dec.14.2011
Salvo Press
27
Davis slipped the KFLO HumVee in gear and aimed the vehicle down Sagrado Boulevard. Although the sun had just risen the bank’s thermometer blinked 96° 96° 96°. Corine walked by, no collection jar and, Davis noticed, in a black tam o’shanter. He pulled into the 7-11 across from the Calvada Ecumenical Church of Meditation. The...
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About Rob
Winner of the 2002 New Mystery Award for High Steaks
23 books in print.
200+ articles published in national magazines.
8 children and 12 grandchildren.
Avid runner, lives happily and quietly with wife Penny in Windsor, CA
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