Tag: charles lennox
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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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 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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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 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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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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May 04, 2006 11:56 AM EDT --
For the avid writer searching for a listing of the many available literary magazines to submit their work or browse through, check out the website of poet David Hernandez and his links page .
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June 19, 2006 04:57 PM EDT --
Three volunteers, all mid-twenties, received an experimental drug and were told they would die.
The first volunteer quit his job and became a missionary. The second went sightseeing, climbing different . . . more
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July 05, 2006 06:42 PM EDT --
She never meant to pry. She smiled and the man's wrinkled face bended up to smile back. He closed the journal and buried it in a pocket and watched the bay fill with rain until his stop. Her stop was . . . 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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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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