Tag: charles
member name: Charles Lennox
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May 25, 2007 05:08 PM EDT --
Gray, dark, cold. Ash. Make yourself comfortable with these words. This is what remains of our world in "The Road", Cormac McCarthy's post-apocalyptic vision set in the not so inconceivable . . . more
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April 07, 2006 12:33 PM EDT --
A man imagined a place he'd rather be and sketched it on paper. One day, while walking, he found the place he created. He sat on an ice bench under a tree covered with fruit, the wind scented of roses. . . . more
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May 05, 2006 01:43 AM EDT --
This town is full of Nobody's.
One day, a Somebody arrives. All the Nobody's follow him, craving him intimately and delicately. A Nobody, tired of the Nobody life, licks him. Like honey. They . . . more
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February 21, 2006 04:00 PM EST --
I'm not good at describing things.
The sun wakes me up. It shines through the blinds. It's orange, the sun. The only warmth in the apartment. I think I'll get out of bed today.
"Does . . . more
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June 07, 2006 10:25 PM EDT --
We found him like this, the soldier said.
My brother returned from the war alive as a statue. He did not speak, move, eat, but his heart beat and lungs filled with air.
We hoped, but he remained the . . . more
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June 22, 2006 06:09 PM EDT --
He found the book at a garage sale. It cost one dollar.
To his amazement, the story was his own, foretelling who he would marry and how they fell in love. Every detail came true.
He secluded himself . . . more
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August 09, 2006 02:27 PM EDT --
They stood in the rain on an empty street.
"No one, Kelly, means more to me than you."
To him it wasn't a mere line, some commonplace phrase. He meant every word.
"Cut," someone . . . more
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April 28, 2006 02:20 PM EDT --
Fortune cookie says, You'll find love today.
I sit in a corner, a dark tall corner of a dark tall building. Will my lover be fat, deformed, untidy? A dripping faucet? Other people join me. We build . . . more
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May 09, 2006 02:53 PM EDT --
The widow collected broken hearts, preying on infants of unrequited love. She kept them in economy sized pickle jars. Hearts in the living room, bedroom, hearts in the shower, kitchen cabinets, attic. . . . more
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June 29, 2006 02:32 PM EDT --
Becky calls him 'Cowboy' because he wears a Stetson and for another reason she keeps closed within her mouth.
"Come over," Cowboy says.
"Okay," she speaks into the cell phone. . . . more
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June 30, 2006 03:39 PM EDT --
She remembered when the dog somehow climbed the chicken wire fence while tied to a tree and hung itself. Daddy wrapped the dog in a towel and dropped it in the lake as she watched.
Her hands released . . . more
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July 19, 2006 01:33 AM EDT --
Dear Diary,
Found out from Jennie that Kirsten's going to keep it. What a mistake. Her life's over and the Bastard's already moved on to Karen Whore-ski. If she asks, I'll tell her "Don't". . . . more
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August 04, 2006 04:54 PM EDT --
The picture did the son no good. But the name.
Two prostitutes knew the man he was looking for. By the wharf, one said. No good nothing, the other said.
Abandoned industrial building. The man lay under . . . more
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August 27, 2007 04:51 PM EDT --
The woman stretched her hand into the blackness in search of something to keep her warm but found nothing. Cold and vacant air and the shadowed earth long forgotten by stars and light. Her fingers . . . more
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October 08, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
My new short story, Unraveled, is now viewable online at flash fiction magazine Vestal Review. This is just a preview of their online edition, but Unraveled will remain available in both the final . . . more
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April 27, 2006 05:07 PM EDT --
The man woke up without his left hand. He did not immediately realize a piece of himself, there the night before, had gone missing. Lying in bed, daylight cracking through blinds and touching the wood . . . more
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June 05, 2006 04:48 PM EDT --
My roommate finds an animal on the street and wants to have it as his pet.
"Pets are not allowed in the complex," I tell him, . . . more
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October 08, 2007 05:20 PM EDT --
Piggy. That's what we call the fat boy across the street in the purple house. The fat boy we make crawl on all fours without a shirt on so the lonely afternoon sun lashes his pale skin from bone white . . . more
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May 09, 2007 12:53 PM EDT --
Congratulations!
Congratulations! You are the 1,000,000th visitor to this article which means by simply clicking on this ad you will become eligible to receive a special prize in a box professionally . . . more
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June 21, 2007 07:29 PM EDT --
Sandy is an octopus and not. She was born with seven arms, and in the eyes of the cephalopod world this fact alone disqualifies her from being considered a true octopus. (After all, only males . . . more
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