Prose VI.VIII
“Six Warning Signs of a Troubled Relationship,” by Greg Gerke
SIX WARNING SIGNS OF A TROUBLED RELATIONSHIP (REMEDIES INCLUDED) By Shiva Lila, M.A., ASCAP 1. The Locks Are Changed Nearly Every Time You Return Home This has happened to three friends of mine. Ironically they were all born in Pittsburgh and strangely enough they are all women. On the bright side you can know this [...]
“In Praise of Zombies,” by Jon Alan Carroll
Zombies never sigh. Or roll their eyes. Zombies are never hurt by a rejection from Ploughshares. Not even the third one. Unlike certain right-wing commentators, zombies do not deeply admire their own courage. Zombies never direct movies about beautiful young people learning important lessons about life and love. Zombies are not, as Neal Cassady would [...]
“The Webster Letters,” by Dietrich Kalteis
Dear Mr. Webster: Let me start by saying it is certainly not my intent to appear brazen, or to burden you, rather to humbly draw your attention, purely out of duty, to a grave and considerable error I found in your ninth edition. Although I do not recall why I delved into my volume, that [...]
“The Private Life of Obama’s Speechwriter,” by Samuel K.
The secret life of Jon Favreau, the President’s wordsmith wunderkind. 9:05 a.m. — Breakfast at the White House. WAITER: More coffee? JON: Thank you, thank you very much. I dine here today, humbled by the task before us, grateful for the breakfast you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by the White House kitchen [...]
“Hugocentric,” by M.J. Nicholls
It’s never too late to believe in hope. It was a little late for me on Tuesday 13th. I had attempted to kill myself with my tie by suspending a noose from the bathroom light. Hope had arrived fashionably late to the party. It was a mistake to believe that a Bart Simpson tie had [...]
“Stephanie,” by Sara Reihani
By 8:34 am, Stephanie was really beginning to enjoy being a zombie. There had been better hair days, but decaying flesh had gotten rid of her blackheads, and the box of Milk Duds still tasted pretty good. She sat down at her desk, pondering the Harvard application form she had printed out the night before. [...]
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