Tag: writing
member name: Charles Lennox
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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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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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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, 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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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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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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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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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 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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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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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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