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Miscellaneous Stories
Chapter 5 - On the Couch
With my help Jill made herself comfortable on the couch. I propped her casted leg on a stool, stole a glance at her toes and handed her the remote control. She looked at it as if she wasn't sure what to do with it.
"What am I supposed to do now, watching TV?" she said indignantly.
"You are supposed to rest. You decide how to do that."
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The Struggle Continues
After Liu was taken out of the ‘people’s team’ and declared to be the first ‘black gang’ in the commune, he was criticized and ‘struggled against’ every day.
The Cultural Revolution in the countryside began from ‘Breaking the Four Olds’, while ‘Breaking the Four Olds’ from changing the names of the villages. Usually, the n...
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When Shes Gone...
She was my friend... The best person in the world... My one and only... But she lost herself...
Morgan was probally the closest thing I had to a true friend. We did everything togather back in middle school. We took eachother's books to class, and were nearly inseperable... Until she got interested in boys. I had nothing against her I had a girlfriend too. But she began to change. She just wasn't the same Morgan ...
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This is funny business, sitting in threes like broken bicycle spokes and watching the bus drive away from down the street as I sink into two minutes earlier and play back the symphony of the morning. You totally were, she said, with brass knuckle lips and an affinity for getting into the pool toes first and smiling like you know what you’re doing because you’ve done this before. I haven’t. As the wind channels...
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Here's a letter to my parents I sent with my last two issues of my zine. I've never sent them anything before so I thought it'd be fun. And that's exactly why I'm posting this.
Dear Mom and Dad,
So this is what I’ve been spending my time and money on lately besides alcohol. Issue 5 is the corporate issue where I got taken over and suppressed by my fictional company Stokenbeckers. I spent most...
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This is supposed to be a short chapter story since the chapters aren't long. For now I'll just post the first one and see what happens. Anyway this is something I thought of when I was on the edge of a nervous breakdown and needed something to keep my somewhat sane. This is what came out and I hope I made something beautiful of the negativity in my life. "Hopeless Runaway" Part One: "Sinking Faster, Breaking...
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Shutting the door behind me, I throw the bag of groceries onto the kitchen counter and take a gulp of the Classic flavored energy drink. I was starting to think I should have gotten the Grape. Celia would be downstairs in a moment, probably to complain about me slamming the door. Frankly, I didn't care, but she acted like the door was our child, the one we never could have. It was crucial that we devoted ourselves to make this marriage work, bu...
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The Struggle Begins
It was early autumn in 1966, at the beginning of the Cultural Revolution. In Beijing, many great events happened: on June, the first big-character poster was published in the campus of Beijing University and soon in People’s Dairy. Consequently, Chairman Mao Zedong met the more than 50 million Red Guards on Tian An Men Tower. And soon, the red guards went to streets to destroy the “Four Old&...
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Benito Giordano was my target.
He had taken my family from me, so I would take the only thing he had away from him. His life. And that wasn't even worth a damn thing.
I tracked him down to some dirty little club on the lower east side called the Gray Den. I walked right in. I couldn't believe my luck when Benny didn't even recognize me. He had killed my family, and he had no idea who I was. I lured him out of that crack house with the ...
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The Archer of Paran
By
Josprel
Chapter One
The Wilderness of Paran was a wild place. Bounded on three sides by mountains some 4000 feet high, its limestone tableland reached upward some 2000 to 2,500 feet. Consisting of rolling, gravelly plains it was graced with only a few springs of mostly impure water.
The Wady el Arish – River of Egypt – also flowed ...
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The Prostitute of Abidjan.
She called
on him from a dark alley; a narrow passage within the forsaken labyrinth of
urban architecture. She was like a
princess, giving light to darkness. She
stood, beneath the glow of worldly desires, and sang the sweet song of the
abandoned. It was as if she was cryi...
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A Portrait of Chairman Mao
The Cultural Revolution launched by Mao Zedong began in June, 1966. Since then on, Mao was thought to be the unique god in China. As a result, his symbol – the portrait – became divine as himself. At that time, the circulation of Mao’s portrait was so large that it was hard to say. The most popular was Mao’s standard portrait. One day, somebody questioned it, and said that...
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For years Constance had sat, as she did now on the cold hard surface of this wooden stool. Every year in the cold December months she sat for her school portrait, uniform clean and neatly pressed only on this one day of the year. The wisps of hair that constantly shielded her face were carefully pulled back and held with pins. She felt exposed. She felt the eyes of the other girls in her year level, their youthful stares studying the face of a ...
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When Caleb was five years old, his parents took him to the local public playground. This was a weekend ritual of theirs, if the weather permitted, and he would have a grand time riding down the slides or being pushed on the swing by his mother or father. On this particular Saturday, the sun was unusually bright, the other children unusually noisy, and everyone seemed to be in greater spirits than normal. It was&nb...
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Caleb Keller walked through the front doors of Polygon Pharmaceuticals shortly after sunset, slightly hunched from the weight of the heavy textbooks he carried in the tan backpack that was slung over his shoulder. He was dressed in his light blue short-sleeved security guard uniform, which substituted a nametag in place of a badge.
Because of the sensitive nature of the equipment that was housed...
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A Low-life Old Man In the late autumn in 1970, when was the fifth year of the Cultural Revolution in China, I was transferred to a village named Dong’an to do labor work. In fact, I was a doctor in the clinic in a commune in the suburb of Beijing. Carrying my luggage and guided by the leader of the production team, I arrived at a house on the threshing ground. I realized that I would live here until the day when I would be called back ...
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The Movie Theater was smaller than most movie theaters. Playing on the screen was one of those old movies that either made you cry or sick.
There was only person watching the movie. A narrow shouldered bald man. He didn’t appear short but he certainly did not appear tall. He was dressed like today’s cliche of a homosexual. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, a pair of tight black jeans and a black pair of comfor...
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The Troubles of A God
by Erik Grossman
Bruce was from a long time ago. He was the first, you know, the first one I ever saw naked. I was only seventeen at the time. The closest I had come to having sex was with myself. See, I got my G.E.D. early on so I didn't have the typical high-school experience. It seemed to me that the best way to become an artist wasn't through math or science, but through pr...
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“What do you think it’s like to be an adult?”
I look at him for a moment, study his face, then look back up at the sky. It was so blue. Spotted with giant fluffy clouds. “I’m not sure…..why?” He lets out a sigh.
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Chapter 4 - On the Way Home
The ambulance stopped in front of the apartment building where Jill lived. I helped her get out and handed her the crutches. She tucked them under her armpits and headed slowly toward the entrance without saying a word. The cast seemed much more out of place here than in the hospital. The people walking along the sidewalk were staring at her as if they had seen a ship in the desert. Feeling ...
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