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Randy Jones

Born in Hopewell, Virginia... Lost in New Bern, NC and F-L-A... Found at the beach. Father. Partner. Writer. Lucero diehard.

Veston “Bunky” Stewart

One day I was sitting in my office at the Sun Journal in New Bern when Bunky Stewart walked in. He told the secretary he wanted to talk to the editor about baseball. What unfolded was a year-long relationship with... Continue Reading →

Flashback #4 : Carmen

Here's another story from the Wilson Times, this was in September of 2013. I went out to the school that day looking to do a quick column on something I spotted at a match earlier in the week. The team... Continue Reading →

Chapter 1 : Searcy

Here is chapter 1 of a flash fiction novel/short story collection. Whatever it ends up being. This was written a long time ago, well not that long ago. But starting with this one, I'll be writing once a day to... Continue Reading →

Flashback #3

Here's an article I did while at the Wilson Times newspaper from June of 2013. It's on Wilson native Jay Bissette, who works as the equipment manager for many sports at Duke University. It's the type of story I enjoyed... Continue Reading →

Toll booth guy

“Well,  I got a job,” I said to my wife when she got home from her job as a nurse.   “Doing what?” she asked excitedly. I had been pretty much living on the couch for the past 11 months.... Continue Reading →

Print … Flashback #2

I don't know what this says about things. If anything. I started freelancing almost immediately after I got laid off from my last newspaper job. It's been interesting. Frustrating. Educating. Exciting. Lots of other ings. But one thing it hasn't... Continue Reading →

Dead Skunk Rd.

The beat up red pickup truck pulled out in front of me on the small back road, somewhere near Hobgood, North Carolina. I was going about 75 miles per hour. All of the sudden, I had to slow down to... Continue Reading →

Myspace

Here's my old myspace photo. My myspace page doesn't exist anymore. At least that I can find. Maybe it's on the dark web somewhere, acting like a 16-year-old at the age of 35.

It was Paul Westerberg all along …

(wrote this in 2012 after a couple of beers on a cool april night) The voice echoed in my mind. It petrified me. “Did I just run somebody over?” This paralyzed me. Who the fuck was I to think I... Continue Reading →

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