Tag: Creative Writing
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And there I was, raspy as a ghost lost in time, so drunk on the night that I tried to… Read more.
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He had a wandering image that followed him, something about ravioli in a lonely café somewhere on the other side… Read more.
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Broken wanderers. Space mice. Toe signals. Crap melons. Divided thesaurus. Purple dinosaurs. Egg cabbage. Lettuce wraps. Feet sores. Mice house.… Read more.
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Harpooned harlequins cascade like dominoes in the limelight trick of light down on the piccadilly row of southern Santa Monaco… Read more.
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Magda Balls looked at her two new guests, her back was up against the stove in the kitchen, a cigarette… Read more.
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You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility?… Read more.
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I built a chair today in my workshop I made it out of milk skin and aggression God was my… Read more.
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Time is all nonsense now, like purple wine in a gravity-free cathedral. Jesus and his sex dolls are just spinning… Read more.
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The town’s name was Sudan and there was a smell of animal dung and sawdust and perfumed whores in the… Read more.
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The man plopped down into a soft sofa of sand. The waves out there before him were at medium. They… Read more.
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“Age is just restlessness etched in the air. We just wait for the calendar to spin. We wait and do… Read more.
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“She beat me with her soft white knuckles. They were so damn clean and tender and feminine.” Read more.
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