Stories tagged writer

My hood

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My father was a writer and a great man, and his father was a writer, as was the one before him, and he was a great writer, too.


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Is there one who understands me?

Why I write

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I sprawl, I spill and I splutter

The Serious Writer and His First Novel

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The serious writer is working on his first novel.

Potato Mash

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Foxes haunted her dreams. Islands full of foxes, truckloads of vixen.

The serious writer and his social life

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The serious writer lifts his ideas like limp lychees from anywhere and anyone.

The serious writer and her bush

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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.


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Two writers sat down for a meal, carefully avoiding any talk of their art.


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Every time I read a great line by another writer, I feel fear.

The Serious Writer And His Hamster

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The serious writer has a hamster. The hamster is dying.

A Few Introductory Words

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And without further ado, The Author.

What Beauty Is

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In a small room on the third floor of a seemingly ancient apartment complex downtown lives a young man named Antony. Poor Antony is the only son of middle-class parents who live far from his…

How the Unicorn Became a Writer

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Whatever you say, thought the undaunted young unicorn.

Once There Was A Man

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And there sat one man. Searching for words and solace. The silence returned and the colors peeled off from the walls. Darkness returned with fledgling light. He threw back his head and filled the emptiness with his laugh. He laughed in mirth and in misery

Just One Sentence

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Blinking, Eleanor frowned at the words she’d uttered. They were absurd… foolish. Unequivocally unscientific, but beautiful nonetheless. The notion of the sunless hours embodied as a clumsy artist struck the student as interesting.