Tag: short story
member name: Charles Lennox
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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 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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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 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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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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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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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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