Bob Mustin's Writings
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Short Story
Aug.23.2011
Not Yet Published
SAM’S WAR
Sunday morning had crept in on a throaty wind, softened only by a pure but raggedly applied coating of snow. Sam had risen early, fed his dog Luther, and driven two miles on the all but abandoned two-lane to his pool hall. He wouldn’t open his establishment to business on a Sunday: the citizens of Striven, Alabama, its city fathers and...
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Short Story
Mar.23.2011
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Artie - 1980
Yeaah, the bell! No more school stuff, least ‘til Monday. My sneaks squeak, I'm walking so fast. You can hear it, even with everybody laughing and goofing around. Daddy's coming to see me in a coupla minutes. Nobody's watching, so I'm gonna run and get my bike. I can't wait!
"Artie!"
Uh oh. Mrs. Winslow. Now I gotta stop, see...
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Article
Aug.04.2009
Under The Sun, Summer 2005 Issue
You would have thought the nickname Shorty more appropriate for a longshoreman, or a teamster. But he was a bridge engineer, an artisan of calculations and constructability. Crusty and opinionated, he pulled a drafter's apron over his head at seven-thirty each morning and began work, growling at us, the younger engineers, to pick up our feet and walk...
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Short Story
Jul.23.2008
thesquaretable.com
We're at the curb in her new, white BMW, preparing to brave late October's chill. She's telling me, in the way she and I have come to converse, how you were born to greatness.
"I remember it, as if it were yesterday," she says, her eyes still a glistening, defensive red. "It was early morning and spring, and I was lying there trying not to...
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Column
Jun.21.2008
Sport Literate
An aging European generation remembers 1956 as the year Nikita Khrushchev's tanks clanked across the Ukrainian border into Hungary to suppress a revolt. Soviets and Americans grappled at the planet's outer reaches in a contest promising a new frontier in space but threatening wholesale nuclear destruction. In a world that had barely caught its breath from the...
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We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
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—ERNEST HEMINGWAY, New York Journal-American, Jul. 11, 1961
About Bob
I've been a North Carolina Writers Network writer-in-residence at Peace College under Doris Betts' guiding hand. In the early '90s, I was the editor of a small literary journal,The Rural Sophisticate, based in Georgia. My work has appeared in The...
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Causes Bob Mustin Supports
Native American culture. Education. Creative writing.
Bob’s Favorite Books
The Garden of Eden Waiting For The Barbarians War and Peace Saturday Our Lady Of The Forest Atticus








