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True Art

In Fiction on August 3, 2010 at 10:00 pm

He told people to call him “The Moon.” For hours at a time he would sit at The Seven Winds café beneath the “C” rating posted in the window by DHEC. The Moon would linger in this corner for so long it would gradually take on his smell – a mixture of bee’s wax, patchouli, and body odor. Read the rest of this entry »


Arthur Nobody

In Fiction on July 27, 2010 at 9:29 pm

Arthur works the night shift at a generically scummy bar so he can sit all day in a coffee shop and write like the bohemian he can’t really afford to be. This will not be a major contextual issue.

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A Literary Party

In Fiction, Uncategorised on June 29, 2010 at 9:37 pm

I answered the door and Hitler strode into my living room with Eva Braun. Naturally, they were uninvited guests to my party and twenty minutes early. Hitler wore a Jay Cutler jersey and Eva an evening gown.

I looked into Hitler’s wild eyes and said, “I didn’t know you were a Bears fan.”

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"What if…"

In Fiction on June 22, 2010 at 10:38 pm

Ben had walked into the offices of Engelman, Volger & Watson that morning with―dare say―a pinch of optimism. Yes, he was two months behind on rent for his studio apartment. Yes, he had been on a strict diet of instant ramen noodles for the last week. And yes, luxury was not in his foreseeable future. But he had finished his screenplay, revising it until his fingers could type no more, and it was his best work yet. Read the rest of this entry »


In Fiction on June 8, 2010 at 10:00 pm

Lately he wanted to write about love, its joys and desperation, emotions real enough to make readers wince. Read the rest of this entry »

Fruit Smoothie

In Fiction on May 12, 2010 at 9:27 pm

Mary says, “You’re a bastard,” and looks at me like I stuck her cat, a bad luck Bombay named Batman, in a blender. And blended it.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“You’re a real bastard.”

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How I Started a Literary Journal with Arnold Palmer

In Fiction on April 19, 2010 at 8:16 pm

Dear Arnold Palmer,

Sorry to bother you, but I have a few questions. I was hoping you could help me. I’m a journalist writing about your upcoming PGA tour event presented by MasterCard: the Arnold Palmer Invitational in Orlando, Florida, held at Bay Hill, March 25th-28th. Read the rest of this entry »

The Slush Machine

In Fiction on February 24, 2010 at 10:51 pm

Depending on their imaginative powers, a snowfall can remind people of moulting angel-wings, of perishing mayflies or of a defective TV screen. When the Assistant Submissions Editor of Conglomerated Publishing, Inc. emerged from the subway that day into a swirl of snowflakes, he tried to be reminded of nothing at all—snow is snow is snow—but couldn’t help thinking, as usual, of millions of manuscript pages being shredded on high.

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If Shakespeare Were Alive Today

In Fiction on February 16, 2010 at 10:00 pm


Dear Editor,

Attached is my poetry submission for your consideration: Venus and Adonis. I am a new writer and thought your site the perfect match for this poem. Thank you for your time in reading this.

Beware the Ides of March,

William Shakespeare
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The Poet (a fable)

In Fiction on January 12, 2010 at 10:00 pm

A man sits down and writes a poem. It is not a great poem, he knows, but still, he has written it, and so it makes him feel proud. Everywhere he goes, he recites it in his head.

Then one day the man has a great idea.

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