This is the way the world ends: rain, pouring down, sitting in a McDonald’s reading the New Yorker eating chicken nuggets and wondering why you didn’t call your parents and wish them “Happy Anniversary.”
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Posted 21 January 2010
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Though We The People try to struggle up The mount of mud, We leave an ugly trail behind Of tears, of sweat, of blood… We know that wrongs by those elected Are done both day and night, They care not for The People Disregarding every Right. And now Our plight is so much worse By [...]
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Posted 20 January 2010
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It was one of those interminable long days for Mary Schmidt. She sat alone at the single seat of the information kiosk centered inside the volumous lobby of the records building, quietly applying the finishing touches to what she considered a very fine example of fingernail painting. Her work day was more than half over [...]
Dear Diary, I think that’s how these things start out. I’ve never had a reason to write in a diary before. I don’t even know if this is a diary, it is more like a story. Let me start over. To whom it may concern. No, I don’t like that either. This is the last [...]
Read Charlie Chapter 1 Read Charlie Chapter 2 Read Charlie Chapter 3 When the skyline began to glow like the color of the sun, Charlie felt it time to carry out his plan. He searched for the right spot and picked a place below Babe’s ear. Craned and bent, laid out belly-flat along the sloping [...]
Which side of my car my gas cap is on. The names of every single one of my teachers from middle school. (I do still recall the name of one elementary school teacher and one high school teacher.) The name of that cute girl who spilled a glass of water on my autobiography of Emma [...]
She took his order, dragging it with labored steps back into the kitchen to be born.