Tag: literature
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 . . .
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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 . . .
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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 . . .
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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. . . .
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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 . . .
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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. . . .
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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 . . .
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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. . . .
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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 . . .
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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". . . .
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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 . . .
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January 24, 2007 04:17 PM EST --
There's this girl Barry thinks he's falling in love with, which means soon, probably in a day or two, he'll feel compelled to tell her about his foot. He will bring it up in the middle . . .
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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 . . .
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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 . . .
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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, . . .
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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 . . .
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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 . . .
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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, . . .
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July 24, 2007 04:28 PM EDT --
It Could Just Be Your Imagination
Perhaps there was no vacation. No island. No local girl leading you by the hand up the dark volcanic cone. No kiss at its peak. No stars so copious and . . .
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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 . . .
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