January 2012
4 posts
“Good fiction’s job is to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.”
– David Foster Wallace (via leaair)
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December 2011
6 posts
Three Dog Night - Lady Samantha ♪♫
W. W. Norton: Jane Austen fires shot in Literary... →
wwnorton:
My dear Sir:
You are very kind in your hints as to the sort of composition which might recommend me at present, and I am fully sensible that an Historical Romance, founded on the House of Saxe-Couborg, might be much more to the purpose of Profit or Popularity than such pictures of domestic Life…
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I fell very much in love with a boy one day, he had brown eyes, brown hair, brown skin, as if the Caribbean sun had painted him with the sultriest color, if there has ever been. He taught me how to stare, of course I only knew I was doing it when he turned angrily at me; he taught me how to sit, sideways so I could pretend I was listening to the teacher while admiring him; he taught me how fast my...
delaguardia asked: Wanna go bar hoping? I hear writers need alcohol in there system to make master pieces.
November 2011
3 posts
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The Caregiver, Chapter 2
I’ve been a really bad blogger as of late. Twitter friends know I’ve been up to my head in school work and haven’t been able to blog in a while, so I thought it would be nice of me to post something I’ve been working on, since my brain’s too fried right now to come up with something clever enough to put here. So I’ll leave you with the second chapter of a story...
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The Last Superhero - Chapter 3
Steven arrives at the park early the next morning, sits patiently on the same bench, and waits for Giana to show up. Over an hour later, she appears and sits beside him gasping for air.
“Sorry I’m late. I had to run,” she is quick to take two books from her bag and give them to Steven. “I brought two because I didn’t know what kind of poetry you liked best. One is a compilation of classic authors;...
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
4 posts
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Another sneak peek at The Last Superhero!
Chapter 2
The beautiful morning scenery is cut by the blade of Steven’s deep grunt. When she looks up, he is there, staring at her and the computer on her lap.
“What do you want?” he blurts.
That question wasn’t what she had been hoping for. She had been sitting on the same bench for more than an hour, for the second day, waiting for him to appear.
“How did you learn about me? I mean,...
Investigation of the Puerto Rico Police Department →
A copy of the Department of Justice’s investigation into the Puerto Rico Police Department.
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“Does there exist a pleasure in writing? I don’t know. One thing is certain, that...”
– Michel Foucault on writing
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“Alternately, there are bands, zines, and soap-box aficionados who have labored...”
– Between Culture and Politics: Straight Edge as Intuitive Resistance by Santiago Gomez (via combat—wombat)
August 2011
6 posts
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“What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which...”
– Michel Foucault (via anachronixt)
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“If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way. If you don’t, you’ll find...”
– Jim Rohn (via missrenaaa)
“Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out...”
– Flannery O’Connor (via deadwriters)
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Sneak Peek at 'The Last Superhero'
This is the book I’ve been talking about publishing for a very long time. I’ve sharpened my knives in case those ‘the whole world will hate me’ fears come back, hope it doesn’t or we’re all going to die I’ll have to take my pills again. Nah. I don’t take pills, even when everybody thinks I should. But that’s a whole other subject and we’re here to talk about THE BOOK. The Last Superhero is the...
July 2011
9 posts
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The HIT Network
“Thank you for calling the HIT network. First of all, are you of legal age? Say YES or NO.” “YES.” “Are you sure? Say YES or NO.” “YES.” “Okay, if you say so. But we must warn you that if you proceed with this call you could be liable for crime charges. If you understand this say YES, if you don’t, say NO.” “YES.” “Thank you for calling the HIT network, where hitmen and women are ready to take...
TAURUS - The Tramp
dederants:
Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight. Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it. They love to sleep and can...
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Nightmare from July 20, 2011
> This is a nightmare I had and it’s written as raw as it came out when I tried to remember it. Thought it would be nice to share it with all of you in an effort to make some sense out of it. <
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Bit by bit I opened my eyes to a dim, kind of strange light. Wherever I was, whatever I was inside of, it was moving. “Are you okay?” a voice, one I thought I know who it came from. “My...
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“What’s genius? I don’t know but I do know that the difference between a madman...”
– Charles Bukowski (What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)
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So, as it is of common knowledge to my followers on Twitter, I’m yet again unemployed (been on and off my job for the last four years, long story).
Last Friday I was sitting patiently on a not-so-comfortable seat at the unemployment office trying to keep my cool because I had already done the mandatory telephone call and was supposed to just pick a form there and not get interviewed like I...
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“I care enough to feel hurt.”
– My first ever entry for:
Yay! You’re all welcomed to play along. ;)
June 2011
5 posts
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The Queen of the South
I just finished reading ‘The Queen of the South’ by Arturo Pérez-Reverte. I’ve been reading a lot lately and that is my excuse for such a long time without posting stories here. Yes, yes, I know, don’t throw anything at me yet because all this reading is nourishing me like I never thought it would. Still, if you don’t believe me, here’s a small paragraph from that novel that I loved to the point...
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“morning night and noon
the traffic moves through
and the murder and treachery...”
– Charles Bukowski (via estincelle)
May 2011
15 posts
“I’m one of those who doesn’t think there is much difference
between an atomic...”
– The People Look Like Flowers At Last - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
There Are No Rules - 5 Free E-Books Every Writer... →
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What The Heck Tuesday
I haven’t posted a story in like forever, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. I’m currently working on some stories for another compilation (titled Dreams and Nightmares) and said to myself: “what the heck, post something, anything!”
Here is the first unedited chapter of one of these stories.
Working title: “The Caregiver /...
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“In the fall of 1801, at age 30, Beethoven revealed for the first time the secret...”
– Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5 in C Minor, Op. 67 : NPR
So what’s holding you back?
(via meganwest)
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The Future According to an Email
On December 31st 2010 I wrote this post: It’s the end of the year…
Right before the end it says: […] my ‘non resolution’ is to work, let the blood and the tears and the sweat flow as I work hard to make my dreams come true.
Today I’m answering an email that, had I thought of it when I wrote that, I would’ve laughed at myself. Yet, it is happening.
I’ve been admitted to...
Vertigo | Anne Stevenson
idalisse:
Mind led body
to the edge of the precipice.
They stared in desireat the naked abyss.
If you love me, said mind,
take that step into silence.
If you love me, said body,
turn and exist.
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“Le cinéma c’est l’art de faire faire de jolies choses à de jolies femmes.”
– François Truffaut. (via jeunesetcons)
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Meaning And Nothing And Everything by Mike Cane →
And now we are moving into a world in which sheer imagery and the intangibility and ephemerality of fickle electrons will replace the world of solid objects.
So true and, at the same time, so sad.
“If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via deadwriters)
I Am Not Yours
lacartaajena:
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love—put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind....