Episodic fiction would be like a TV show or mini-series, but written. Shorter “episodes” of under 5000 words, but lots of related stories… episodes. It would be a paid platform, in that readers would pay for the episodes (after the first couple) and the writers would share in the revenue.

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Callie looked over at her boyfriend. She watched him concentrate on the road. Every bump and uneven spot put the car on edge. He and his father had modified the car to be able to run fast, and it had been on the track, but in the end, it was never designed to go flat out for miles and miles. One wrong move could kill them.

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She looked up and saw Cory giving her a thumbs-up. He might have been more subtle with a flashing neon sign, she thought. He was standing, leaning over the rail, pumping his arm. She glanced back and Ridiculously Handsome was looking right at him… then at her. She felt the heat prickle into her face as she blushed. Mr. Handsome smiled at her.

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This is a language arts teacher’s nightmare. Mixed up tenses in a sentence. Dialogue that doesn’t make sense, and leaves the reader who is talking. Plot jumps that are Olympian. The characters are paper-thin, and they don’t develop.

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Jenny looked up again, but Ridiculously Handsome was gone from the bar. She scanned around the room for a moment, expecting to see that he had decided to take up Miss Stacked on her offer, but she didn’t see him.

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After that, sometimes when I was riding my bike to her house, I would catch Holly on the walk watching me come down the street… sometimes with a telescope. I would wave and she would raise her hand to me. Even from the ground, I could see her brilliant smile.

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