Dan Woessner

Dan Woessner has published work for Sauk Valley Media and numerous other publications for Shaw Media in Northern Illinois over the last twenty years. He has been honored with awards from the Illinois Press Association, Illinois Associated Press, and the Associated Press Sports Editors, was a finalist for New Millennium Writing’s Monthly Muse contest on Music and received an honorable mention in the Phidian Writing Contest. Dan has a Bachelor of Arts degree in English from Northern Illinois University and currently writes proposals for a professional services firm.

Get A Life

As he lay dying, Bug Boy remembered the first spider, the Argiope Aurantia, curled up against the glass of the Ragu jar that his father pulled from the freezer. Of course, no one called him Bug Boy then, and he didn’t have his thick-framed glasses with the coke-bottle lenses. Both the name and the glasses were years away on that summer day with the sun’s rays beaming through the clear panes of his family’s patio doors. He was only Todd Olden then. Not Bug Boy. Not a delinquent. Not a dropout. Not a user. Not a murderer.

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Dan Woessner

Dan Woessner has published work for Sauk Valley Media and numerous other publications for Shaw Media in Northern Illinois over the last twenty years. He has been honored with awards from the Illinois Press Association, Illinois Associated Press, and the Associated Press Sports Editors, was a finalist for New Millennium Writing’s Monthly Muse contest on Music and received an honorable mention in the Phidian Writing Contest. Dan has a Bachelor of Arts degree in English from Northern Illinois University and currently writes proposals for a professional services firm.

Get A Life

As he lay dying, Bug Boy remembered the first spider, the Argiope Aurantia, curled up against the glass of the Ragu jar that his father pulled from the freezer. Of course, no one called him Bug Boy then, and he didn’t have his thick-framed glasses with the coke-bottle lenses. Both the name and the glasses were years away on that summer day with the sun’s rays beaming through the clear panes of his family’s patio doors. He was only Todd Olden then. Not Bug Boy. Not a delinquent. Not a dropout. Not a user. Not a murderer.

Long Short Story

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