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Impress Me With Your Cartwheels
A very drunken man has just left my bar. I accidentally gave him alcohol before I realised how drunk he was. He looked at me too intensely as if he'd forgotten himself. His mouth twitched like there were words inside that wanted to come out.
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The Little Black Dress
Vicky is walking through a narrow mews she has taken quite by accident. She is only a few minutes from the club but feels lost; it is as if miles from anywhere. She comes to a stop outside a shop and gazes up at a little black dress that is short, sleeveless, unassuming. Like me, she thinks. The thought whisks away as her curiosity moves from the dress to the mannequin wearing it. She has long brown hair, brown eyes and sulky lips like she's been waiting for a boyfriend and has reached the moment when she knows he's not going to show up. The mannequin's head is turned to one side and she has one leg slightly raised, as if she has better things to do than just stand there.
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Stone
* Still rummaging through my old diaries. This is another entry I later turned into an article. * A connection broke down somewhere, and a vital message failed to get from his brain to his heart. So it stopped beating. In the midst of life, he literally stopped living.
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Intimacy
"But why me? I asked. I was sitting at the desk on the opposite side of The Captain. The Captain was a large corpulent man given to sudden bouts of anger. The other officers said it was best to butter him up, but I had always found him very fair, without having to slip into unfeigned sycophancy.
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Track 5: Because You're Frightened by Magazine
200 words.
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Mary Beth and Joe
I've been reading Roald Dahl, and this is a tribute to his story, Lamb to the Slaughter. 1,700 words.
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wind
The wind wraps the house in a clingfilm of air, we go out and you are wide eyed as the sky Your hat blows off, making you cry. I cradle you in my arms look up at the trees, not dancing but tied by their roots
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Day 12. Standing in the Supermarket Queue Behind April and Destiny.
Day 12. Standing in the Supermarket Queue Behind April and Destiny. You know, the public really lets me down every time. I've been trying lately, of course, to open myself up. I find myself staring at parents, mothers, fathers my age, old couples, little children, babies going by in strollers and bjorns, etc. I don't know what I'm looking for, but I figure if there's something I need, I'll recognize it. I get a lot of empty smiles in return and sometimes I lock horns with the little devils and there's a moment. That happened the other day at the Jons market, standing in the line behind10 month old twins. One of them, the one blithely referred to as April, was stuffing her fat cheeks full of her stubby hands, while clinging to the bosom of her mother or her aunt I couldn't tell the two women apart. The other one - and I'm using their real names here that I overheard - Destiny, could barely hold her head up. Something was clearly wrong. Her eyes were dull and nothing grabbed her attention. She wasn't nursing or sleeping, she just hung there, suspended on the shelf of the other woman's breasts, neither smiling or crying. I looked at her caretakers, whose eyes were also dull and limned with heavy eyeliner. Each of them was very overweight, dangerously so for such young women I would think and in neither case was it child rearing fat. I listened to them speak about the prepackaged, salt laden food substitutes they were buying. Then they talked about the soap opera that afternoon while they swayed in the line like lowing cattle. I wandered into the future with them: bad health, bad habits, bad TV, bad diet, bad grammar, kids with bad porn actress names and bad boyfriends and suddenly I found myself having to hold back a tear because they were so beautiful, so stupidly unaware and beautiful, that I almost couldn't help myself.
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Greta May
SHE was glancing at the night's TV listings in the Standard when she became aware of the man staring at her. Studying her. It's something that just isn't done. Not on the tube.
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Sad Git at Large...
* This is a personal diary entry I wrote last year and which I later turned into an article. I was prompted to dig it out again by Jude's discussion thread on 'Gentrification'. It's a tad self-indulgent. Definitely in 'old fart' mode here... Give us a break, though - it was a bad time!
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Travel book
1. The voyage out begins in bathrooms where fleshy girls in bubbled water sink back, serenely considering skin-care and diet routines to make them tauter.
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Day 10. A Pregnancy Journal
Day 10. What Happens When the Knockout Punch Goes Wide Right I did it. I got ripped on wine and let her have it. I was rotten. I don't love you, I said. I don't even know if I want to know you in six months, let alone this. How can you go on? I even accused her of trying to get pregnant. I know you put it up there, I said, On those trips to the bathroom right after. I even caught you in bed rubbing it around down there under the sheets. I did too. I wasn't making it up. She rubbed it all right but it's hard to say where in the dark when I'm rolled off on my back trying to catch my breath. I screamed, I yelled, I cursed. I said horrible things against her person. I checked the call timer on my cell the next morning and indeed I went on for quite a while, almost an hour. I don't know how I left it either.
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Day 5. A Pregnancy Journal
Day 5. A Big Day in the Trenches. We get nowhere. Our two ends never meet. If I loved her more... She saw the scan at the hospital. She saw it there, the size of a peanut or a walnut, she said and it was right where it was supposed to be. Now today the doctor called and said the rest of the test looked good. Friday another round, to test hormone gains or decreases. Pluses or minuses again. Yeses or nos.
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Day 4. A Pregnancy Journal.
Day 4. This Could Be the Fourth Day of the Rest of My Active Life. ....and reappear again. Turns out a little blood is natural, part of an exchange program between the uterus and the egg. Or something like that. I guess we'll find out soon. She left a little while ago for the doctor. More than anything, I hope she's all right.
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An Acquired Taste
I want one. Why can't I have one? Just one. There's lots of them about. Clip-clopping along the street in big shoes, at bus stops, with mouths ajar in little gaggles of girlfriends. There's one opposite at 72. A tall one. A thin one. And I want her. Just her. Just as she is now, gliding across the room, lights on, nothing else. And I'm watching, quietly watching, nose and tongue pressed against the glass, my breath wrapping me in a sheath of vapour. "Didi, supper's ready." The name Mother calls ascending the stairwell could belong to someone else and I have no name. I am no one, invisible; an apparition fading like hope into the striped wallpaper. I wither and ebb, blending in; into the scuffed tiles and metal chairs at the café where she serves bagels and cappuccino, smiling at strangers; into the trees in their spring costumes when she walks home through the park, in the pitted air suspended like old curses over the bridge. "Come along, Didi, don't think I don't know what you're doing."
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Those that tremble as if they were mad
This is, without doubt, the most pretentious thing I have ever written. Also, fanfiction.
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Pongo #48
Insa "No, a girl. No, I don't want to buy clothes for a girl. I want to know if you've seen one. I am not getting very far with the snooty assistant. I think he's only programmed to sell and coo. Oh wait, I think the penny may just have dropped.
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Mailbox Waltz
The mailbox swings shut. A neighbor slams his door. My lover rolls on his side. My coffee pot finishes its brew. A car cranks. A school bus beeps to reverse. A rifle is shot. A police car zooms by--on a mission to submission. An ambulance pulls out its gear from the back. Oxygen mask, stretcher, looking for its victim to strap. Paper ruffles, mp3 player shuffles as the disciplined man begins his morning run. A baby cries and the mother wipes at her wrinkles, only to find they haven't disappeared. A widow lays in bed, ten minutes longer than yesterday, not sure when to begin and or how to end the past that won't return.
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Day 2. What We Don't Know and How We Are Blessed By It.
Day 2. What We Don't Know and How We Are Blessed By It. A long day ago I started this journal. If you're wondering where I got the 'Love Nest' part of the title, it's my pet name for her. But today it's the word preggers that keeps going through my head and I write it down just to see how I feel about it. I don't like it. It seems like there should be two 'g''s, just to keep the egg part in the middle, but I'm going to drop it altogether.
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Day 1. The Morning After and What We Are Doing About It.
Notes From a Reluctant Love Nest. Day 1. The Morning After and What We Are Doing About It. She told me yesterday over the phone. The fourth quarter of the game had just started. The Steelers were down 13 to 6 to the Raiders. I was three for eight on my picks for the day. We gotta talk she said.
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