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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