Tag: fiction
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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January 05, 2007 03:30 PM EST --
My Christmas wish list included, among other wants, three books, all short story collections, two written by a single author – Etgar Keret and Haruki Murakami, if you have an inquiring mind – . . . 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 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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November 13, 2007 09:42 AM EST --
Mark Budman and the staff at Vestal Review have nominated my short story, Unraveled , for the Pushcart Prize. Magazine editors are allowed to nominate up to six stories every year. To learn . . . more
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July 24, 2007 04:28 PM EDT --
First Kiss Lips
In the town next to mine lives a girl who still has the lips of the first boy she kissed.
The kiss took place after school, and pressing their lips together was a sparkling storm . . . 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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May 09, 2007 12:53 PM EDT --
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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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September 10, 2007 12:07 PM EDT --
Dear Charles,
We would like to accept (Unraveled) for Vestal Review. We no longer
publish all our accepted stories on the Web, but continue to publish all of them in
print. Your story will come . . . more
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October 09, 2007 05:26 PM EDT --
The boys drove late in the night wearing the smell of beach and bonfire smoke in their clothing and hair. At a red light he shifted the car to park and stepped out and popped the trunk open and emptied . . . more
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October 10, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
In the neighborhood lived a lion and an antelope and the two fell in love. They were both young and bored and thought themselves misunderstood and took comfort in the other's company. Their love, . . . more
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October 11, 2007 04:10 PM EDT --
The early morning now and you wake in bed and there, scrawled on the ceiling in black paint or motor oil, is a choice. Sleep all day, it reads. The words light and airy within your head. You notice the . . . more
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October 16, 2007 07:34 PM EDT --
The chair is your dad's. A white fabric recliner someone dumped in the alley. The seat cushion is spill stained and the armrests frazzled to the point where thin locks of padding can be tugged out. . . . more
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April 14, 2008 04:32 PM EDT --
Attention: All Writers
Vestal Review is looking for submissions to publish in an anthology of stories called, "Short on Sugar, High on Honey. Bittersweet Love Stories?". Stories . . . 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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June 28, 2007 02:07 PM EDT --
"What's taking so long?"
That's me, waiting my turn in this bum human line of depressed and weary souls in this bum and godforsaken drugstore. I look back and there are ten faces, . . . 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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