Tag: Creative Writing
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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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“Aw, come on, Lloyd. No one uses shoeboxes for shoes. What you got in them? Dope? Naughty pictures? Laughing gas… Read more.
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“Yes. Word spreads. Word gets to me. People say you give off bad vibes, that you’re unprofessional and have a… Read more.
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“That Capitalism is a prison for most of us. Everyone should have access to the same basic necessities of life…… Read more.
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He reached toward and took what remained of his hamburger and clutched it in his hand. He threw it at… Read more.
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Blowtorch Pastoral is a space I created to post some of what I consider to be my more serious writing. Read more.
