Posts Tagged ‘ Prose VI.V ’

“Slaver,” by Nick Allen

Mar 20th, 2009 | By

Dear Mr. Wolf, Thank you for your interest in joining our vegetarian society. To be frank I was truly surprised to see an application from a species that is traditionally viewed as a ravenous carnivore who’s penchant for raw flesh is legendary with a bloodlust second to none. That said, I have reviewed your letter

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“Excerpts from Stimulus Package Requests from Industries with Questionable Influence in the Federal Government,” by John Frank Weaver

Mar 20th, 2009 | By

Greeting Card Industry We propose to add a new holiday to the traditional Gregorian calendar. Holidays inspire American consumers to purchase greeting cards, regardless of the nature of the holiday. People send Christmas cards, Valentine’s Day cards, Easter cards, Thanksgiving cards, and Halloween cards. Even minor holidays such as Arbor Day and International Talk Like

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“The Beatnik Goes On,” by David Susman

Mar 20th, 2009 | By

The road was life. We were young and bored and disillusioned with everything, so we’d get a car from somewhere and pile in-me and Kerouac and Ginsberg and others-and just go. It may sound tame by today’s standards, but back then, young people didn’t know much about rebellion. For example, we were the first young

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“I’m At My Service!!!” By Andrei Trostel

Mar 20th, 2009 | By

We have all been told through out our lives that doing volunteer work is extremely rewarding. I know that most people volunteer for small non-profit organizations, with hospitals, with the elderly, or perhaps doing things for the environment and if I wasn’t already working many, many hours a month doing my other volunteer work then

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“The Death of the Book,” by Howie Good

Mar 20th, 2009 | By

They were standing on the lawn and the driveway. He thought he saw some sneaking around the side of the house. They were chanting something. He hesitated to ask his wife what it was. It sounded like “Kill, kill, kill the book.” And were those staves they were waving? They looked like staves. Where the

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“Analysis of the Boy in the Dining Hall,” by Mary Catherine Owen

Feb 20th, 2008 | By

He sits alone, eating his lunch with rapid, determined motions. Once one bite of food has been thoroughly chewed, his fingers fly up with another morsel, wasting no time in useless swallowing and digesting. Dainty sips are taken from the clear liquid in his glass, which holds a single straw; the ketchup bottle has been

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“Let’s Talk This Over,” by Luke Poling

Feb 20th, 2008 | By

I consider myself a man of my word. Someone you can count on. Someone who will be there for you. So, when I heard that some of you had taken my words and actions out of context and misunderstood my original intentions, well, I was crestfallen. It was never my intention to slander, defame, or

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The Artist & the Alchemist, Kevin C. Smith

Feb 20th, 2008 | By

They were saying that I’d lost my edge. After ten years the angst and dread that had infused my early paintings and established my, rather tenuous, notoriety in the art world had largely dissipated. Not wanting to repeat myself after my early success I, naturally, sought other more mature modes of expression and arrived at

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“Suitcase Blues,” by Christopher Hivner

Feb 20th, 2008 | By

Ronnie MacKenzie’s gangly body tripped across his bedroom giddily. When he reached the closet, he flung open the door and grabbed hold of his old suitcase that Grandpa Angus had brought over from the old country. The black color was terribly faded now, and the metal pieces were showing rust, but in the end, how

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“Instructions for Reading This Story,” by Sarah Salway

Feb 20th, 2008 | By

1. Do not assume that just because the story ends with the man and the woman not living happily ever after that the author has problems in her own relationships. 2. A cat can sometimes be just a cat. It is not necessarily a metaphor for death, or motherhood, or even Derrida’s theory of Difference.

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