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Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Pinch-Ouch

PINCH-OUCH “I see that you have a bigger problem than I do,” Karen crisply commented to Hobo Stevens as he ate from the garbage can in the shadowed alley. “Trust me, Karen,” he chuckled back at her, pointing to her knees. “I’d rather eat this shit than have plastic legs!” Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Colourful Vender

COLOURFUL VENDER “Balloons, balloons!” the colourful vender called to the children in the cobblestone plaza. “Balloons, balloons! All the colours in the world! Balloons, balloons! Three for a dime! Carry the colours of the rainbow anywhere you go! Balloons, balloons! Pick an orange, grab a red, take... Sign in to see full entry.

The Request

THE REQUEST “May I please have some more love?” the child asked his father. “No, you may not,” the father replied with the same tone a slightly overweight New York stock exchanger of the 1940’s would use in response to a holiday donation request by a congregation of emigrated dwarfs who were... Sign in to see full entry.

The Talk

THE TALK “Um, I like the butt,” 14-year-old-Jasper shrugged. “Um, I like the bush. Um, I like tits. Um, that’s about it.” “You should enlarge your mind,” advised 56-year-old-Bendrick, the foot fetishist. Sign in to see full entry.

Job As In Robe

JOB AS IN ROBE Job hated his name because people pronounced it phonetically. “Job, as in robe,” he would begrudgingly inform those who insisted on writing his moniker. Some of the adolescents began to pronounce his name incorrectly even though they knew better. They found immense enchantment in... Sign in to see full entry.

1-0

1-0 “No girls allowed!” Tough Kid Trevor bellowed from the citadel of his tree fort. “And why not?” Tom Boy Clarissa challenged from the encampment of her playground. “Because I’m a prick!” And with that, he threw a ball in her face. Sign in to see full entry.

The Will

THE WILL “Jerry isn’t well fit to be making any wills now, is he?” Pa had griped to Ma as he spied upon his neighbor. “I mean, look at him. He’s a corpse!” Ma snorted her disapproval and grumbled into the pillow, letting her words resonate from the bed like rising gas in a bowel. “Get into bed, Pa.... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Grandmother Fenwick's Bedtime Story

GRANDMOTHER FENWICK’S BEDTIME STORY Grandmother Fenwick was the kind of grandmother you never think about. For one thing, she had no grandchildren, and secondly, she was not a she. He was, however, old enough to be a grandmother, and told stories to the animals that came into his hovel at night. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Osio's House

OSIO’S HOUSE At Osio’s House, the sisters ran everything. The projectors, the shutters, the popcorn stands, the ticket booth. Everything. Tuesday, of an afternoon, a burly man in tan boots, a red plaid shirt, and a beaver cap stomped onto the doorstep and entered through the shimmering, nostalgic... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Sunny and Honey: The Lesbian Legionnaires

SUNNY AND HONEY: The Lesbian Legionnaires Sunny and Honey mounted their pink and white jeeps and rode in tandem to Camden Mountain. The road was a dusty and treacherous one, filled with rattlers and sidewinders and cobras and kings. There was distinctly an aroma…a, a, a, a fragrance of female in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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