| You Make Me Sick
| | Last night found me curled up in the fetal position. My stomach’s hungry bellows reverberated off my spinal chord and rib cage. Lately, to add to the already hectic fiasco I’ve had shoved upon me,... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | Memoir | | Updated: | 30-08-08 |
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| The Love-Hate Relationship
| | Allow me to tell you about my stomach. It has many limitations. My life has been a constant battle to believe I can control the limitations through mental powers and physical strength. Obviously it... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 14-08-08 |
| Words: | 1195 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Good Dog Gone
| | She was my mother’s dog. My mother picked her out from a bundle of puppies. They were cocker... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 20-06-08 |
| Words: | 989 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Ode to a Bird
| | Nights find me forlorn. Sitting on the edge of a bed I once shared with a man in matrimony. I don’t miss the man; I miss the marriage, although marrying again seems like a cheap ploy now. I was... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 11-06-08 |
| Words: | 484 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Price of Money
| | Perhaps one day I'll expand this when the budget crunch is over ...... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 22-05-08 |
| Words: | 160 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Fat Girl Walking
| | The earth does not tremble when I put my shoes on. I have not fallen through any floors and remained lodged. I do not cause mini-earthquakes when I run. However, I have been called thunder thighs. I... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 29-04-08 |
| Words: | 661 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Loving a Ghost
| | When I close my eyes, you are a ghost, lingering on the edge of my dreams, dancing on my eyelashes. Struggling to keep you in focus invites miscellaneous mirages to appear in the desert. My brain is a... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 03-04-08 |
| Words: | 466 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Proverbial Beans
| | She told me to spill the proverbial beans. They scattered and I used them to illustrate scenes. The... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 31-03-08 |
| Words: | 72 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Pulling the Plug
| | “He pulled the plug, you know.” My aunty Kalani said it as though it was common knowledge. Like... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | Memoir | | Updated: | 24-03-08 |
| Words: | 2800 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Forty Winks
| | He peeled himself off me. It sounded like a sweaty flesh version of Velcro as our skin parted. There... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 12-03-08 |
| Words: | 268 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Public |
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| Give Me the Right Needle
| | We have become products of medical intervention. Every appointment we have, every medical emergency... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 13-02-08 |
| Words: | 276 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Rose Tinted
| | “Rose tint my world keep me safe from my troubles and pain.” – Rocky Horror Picture Show. Since the Bourgeoisie days of Romanticism, the idea behind “rose tinted glasses” has been freely... | | Words: | 532 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Mamma Dun Know
| | Mamma didn’t raise me to be like you. She had plans for her baby girl. She had me following in her footsteps. I ain’t your Monroe or your Betty. I’m a new breed. Us new breeds are prowlers. We... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 13-02-08 |
| Words: | 589 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Road to Clarksdale
| | The needle hovers above 100 miles per hour and the headlights graze the highway like a lover’s stare – hungry, wanting, can’t get enough. Our tires hug that white-lined curve, screaming at our... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 04-02-08 |
| Words: | 1286 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Corporate Fiend
| | The beast with two backs... | | Words: | 71 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Death-Rot
| | *Being Published in Red Pulp Publishing’s "Zygote Abstract" Anthology 2008. *... | | Words: | 110 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Beautiful Day for a Funeral
| | In the movies, funerals always happen on rainy, cloudy, cold days. People wear thick black coats. Black umbrellas populate the crowd, as the rain pours down. But I have never been to a funeral where... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 24-01-08 |
| Words: | 740 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Picturesque Proceeding
| | It was a beautiful divorce. An achingly sweet dismemberment of love. It was seamless how we divided up our household, everything from couches to dogs. He got the brand-new computer; I got the... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 23-01-08 |
| Words: | 841 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| No-Limit Soldier
| | It sounded like the crack of a whip, but it was the firing of a bolt-action, clip-fed, Italian Mannlicher-Carcano rifle. I heard a casing hit the ground, a soft jingling like loose change. I was good... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 18-01-08 |
| Words: | 770 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| One Night Stands
| | Her hips are crushing me. But she was so close; I didn’t want to stop her. Her bones rubbed through skin and muscle. They grinded against my good nature. She was saying something, “Pull my hair.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 04-01-08 |
| Words: | 342 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Sickly Sweet
| | Every morning and afternoon, I drive through a neighborhood of architectural sound judgment. Homes are built with brick and glass. They tower, outweighing the trees. Beauty bound by painted fences... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 28-12-07 |
| Words: | 409 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Once
| | My childhood dreams... | | Words: | 87 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Hawaii in Summer
| | The sun breaks in the mornings... | | Words: | 201 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Strange Thing about Love
| | “Myrtle Beach is one giant run-on sentence.” He said from the passenger seat. We tried to do a... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | Memoir | | Updated: | 04-12-07 |
| Words: | 705 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| We All Lose
| | We ran. Our soft feet pounded supple ground.... | | Words: | 202 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Whore
| | We can sail to the horizon... | | Words: | 87 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Bonded
| | What is spousal support? Why does it involve money? It sounds like it should involve love and... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 30-11-07 |
| Words: | 2124 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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