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Short Story / In Accordance
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“I watched my cat take a shit today.” We sat out on the porch eyeing the rest of the cul-de-sac. Greg was smoking a cigarette. “Did you now?” I said. He laughed. “Yeah. It was interesting.” “I’ll bet. Any particular reason?” “Not really.” He looked over with a self-satisfied half-smile; a typical Gregorian grin. “Never really ever watched anybody else take a shit, y’know?” “Me neither,” I said. &ld...
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Poetry / The Thought
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A brain moot like so many wet matches. Quiet in contention, his mind sits still. Tired and woeful, the thought collapses. Ceased by withered and guilty abstractions like icicles bound by a winter chill. A brain moot like so many wet matches. It wavers, unmitigated, craftless. The mental rummaging fails to fulfill. Tired and woeful, the thought collapses. The sum of clutter and warring factions like frothing mouths that continue to mill. A brain moot like so many wet matches. Outside, the ener...
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Non-fiction / Defeating the Numbness
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I don’t know what I’m doing, though I rarely feel I do. This is in regard to life in general, though throughout my days I surely have found myriad instances in which to apply this outlook. While I do experience moments of confidence, they are certainly more fleeting than the insecurities that seem to rest more easily in my daily disposition. I sense that most of my actions may appear odd, though this could be a senseless timidity, with which I’m quite familiar. Internally my...
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Non-fiction / The Hopeful Malcontent
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He didn’t know what he was doing, though he rarely felt he did. There were instances of confidence, but they were certainly more fleeting than the insecurities that seemed to rest more easily in his daily disposition. Privately he thought most of his actions appeared odd, though this might’ve been a senseless timidity, with which he was quite familiar. Internally his motives were, as a whole, vaguely understood. His confidence was indeed lacking; sometimes he felt as if he went an...
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Gentle Maneuvering of A Point
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I had a friend once who mentioned the idea that cancer was the earth's way of fighting overpopulation; I guess it could just be disease in general, but it also seems like the way we perpetuate our existence also seems to be bringing about our destruction. I know that this has been said many times before, but I suppose as long as it hasn't happened yet it makes just a little more sense to say it. Or maybe it helps make it seem increasingly silly. Either one. Our destruction? What does that eve...
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I wasn't even bothered by the grammar ...or lack thereof. This is novelic. It's well spoken and very natural-sounding, which is one reason I like it so much. Just the ephemeral pour of knowledge coupled with feeling, it's awesome. I can't begin to describe the amount of similarities I half-assedly feel I share with this piece. I didn't fully understand some mentions simply because I've never been to England, but damn--I love reading shit like this.
First off, I found a bunch of little grammatical corrections that could be made. Some of these are personal preferences, while others simply promote good grammar. Paragraph 1: "His would be killer had stood nearly two full feet taller, but now that did not matter since he would never stand again." I'm not sure I like that last sentence; I think it could be reworded. Also, I’d put a dash to make it “would-be.” Paragraph 3: “Thus the youth of K’eld Annur would meet their first independent chall...
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Now I’m curious whether it worked or not. That aside, I enjoyed it. Very mature, but you knew that. At first I was confused when you said meaningless, because one could argue that humans rely on physical contact (specifically sexual intimacy) in order to create a more confident and satisfying mental relationship with another. It’s interesting, because you’re using a non-physical realm to communicate that the very act you’re participating in is flawed, but then again you did back it up with sa...
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I believe the dialogue could've been handled more smoothly, and since most of it is dialogue, structuring sentences more effectively could aid overall fluidity. I was slightly bothered by the missing apostrophes, but all in all it was a decent piece of literature, tied in nicely to the Y2K scare.
Poetry / Who Gives A Shit
A well-absorbed vocabulary for starters. Oddly cynical at the very end--but it was obviously planted purposefully. All in all it seems to be pieced together rather flawlessly. The somewhat shocking conveyance of conversity in the last line helps the reader fall into a sense of nihilism/meaninglessness--however, concerning the poem's message, perhaps rightfully so. I rate this poem as a ten simply because I can find no wrong in it. It's reason is abundantly clear.