1876 7 5
|
Came to admire Kiyoko Matsumoto. Japanese. Aged 19. Lesbian. 1933. Jumped into a volcano.
|
1876148
|
The rain is no terrible epitaph
|
18761710
|
Can you write a 250-word story without using the letter "e"?
Ruth's back is curving forwards, folding, softly caving into tomorrow.
|
187642
|
We've worked silence over /
Like pros, our best work together.
|
18761312
|
They confess love for Karaoke and metal rock. They have purchased expensive Stratocasters and Zildjians.
|
18761711
|
When he woke he carried the body of a cat instead of a man. Next to him his cat dreamed it had a human body.
|
187663
|
The Operations Management Guru was visiting the twenty-fourth floor on Tuesday, and everyone at the company was wicked with fear.
|
187586
|
Every lunch time the numerous small jukeboxes that are distributed about the dining area fill the air with webs of King Curtis and Benny Goodman.
|
187566
|
As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
|
187533
|
Hi, I'm Alexander Payne. I hate sex.
|
18751110
|
locking the door against dangerous//
human curiosity and forgetfulness.
|
187500
|
“Where are you going?” asked the young man. Teary-eyed and beaten, he gently put his hands on the shoulders of Snow-child, her back turned from him. “Home,” Snow-child said. “I'm going back to Norway.” …
|
187553
|
Now, gazing into Greg’s expectant eyes, the only Chinese word Deepti could summon was kuei. Ghost. Before that summer, her mother flipped through the pages of Maxine Hong Kingston’s memoir every day, as if she could glean magic from the touch of her finge
|
18751413
|
. . . clinging to life in a shroud of winter air. It veered up five flights to a sweltering summer night on the roof . . .
|
187543
|
I cannot read one more award winning novel by a female Asian author about the atrocities committed against their childhood, she thought. Then she sat down with her trusty yellow pad and Papermate fineline to write the next lyrical story of a female Asian writer and the…
|
187500
|
The old mage said nothing. She did not even return the complement. All she had was disgust in her eyes as she looked at the grown men and women. To her they had no hearts.
|
18751816
|
captured by his lens and plates/
before humidity and hydrocarbons/
smudge the crisp clean lines
|
18752718
|
. . . there is nothing so selfish as sleep.
|
187541
|
They were two girls walking home from school.
|
187565
|
Looking over the crowd in the arcade is like looking over a crowd of zombies.
|
187532
|
Rob thought he might even make it. He'd stopped off south of Seattle, in Kent, and filled up the tank and went back in the can and topped off again. He got back on the road, to all appearances blase, blase. The montages were muted, at least for…
|
18751613
|
If this was the day when the bribes of whiskey and US dollars would fail to work. If on this day a black bag, smelling of shit and fear, would be pulled over his head – the bloodied roots of a knocked out tooth tickling his neck.
|
187451
|
One of her favorites was of an old axe asleep on a desert floor. She told people the axe had the western lips of September. That it held the song of the ocean and the dreams of a scarecrow. Some thought she was mad to talk in such a way. Others believed h
|
187442
|
He could smell the vestiges of alcohol on his folks. They’d let him stay up till midnight to mark the new year, and his mother had sneaked him a taste of her whisky. He remembered now what she’d last said before sending him off to bed, how strange it soun
|
187483
|
"My boy Jake fell in with a bad crowd when he went to college," Coffelt says, shaking his head. "A bunch of accounting majors."
|
187441
|
What I need to secure from you now are two swears on this copy of Camp Bylaws for the Hearty and True that you won’t let my misinformed intrusion dampen your beginnings.
|
18741913
|
memories that no longer make sense
|
1874113
|
Suzie went on to become an anchorwoman in Los Angeles after college. She had tiny bruises on her feet where she’d shoot heroin since she didn’t want tracks to show on her arms, where they’d ruin the effect of a little black cocktail dress
|
1874127
|
|
187431
|
She picked the perfect white wine that she poured in the carafe early to give it ample time to breathe before the guests arrived. She thought of everything. The first course would be Asian Carrot-Ginger soup with black sesame seeds and diced green onion
|
