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LOC: Phoenixville, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 18
LOC: Phoenixville, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 18
I surfed an 80-proof tidal wave right through the village of my hopes and dreams. For several years, I have soaked my brain in alcohol and drugs. Now, the new and improved self I call “me” is dried out and collecting items for salvage from the muddy path of my prolonged suicide.
One of the first things to go is the first thing I am laying in the sun to dry out and mend. It is my waterlogged career as a writer. Before I lost control I was writing fairly well and published a few things. That was years ago, however, and I am trying to learn everything over again. EVERYTHING!!!
I have been writing like mad since I got sober. I have finished some short stories and begun a chapbook of my addiction, a novel (eleven chapters roughesd out …
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He let the water run for a full minute, a habit he formed when he lived in the city where the water came out of the faucet in a variety of hues reminiscent of middle earth. He moved around the bathroom quietly as not to wake his girls or his wife. He used to sneak in the house at night after stumbling home from the bar. These days his buzz was from the extra strong coffee at the Alcoholics Anonymous clubhouse. A Hello Kitty toothbrush lay on the sink next to the Barbie toothpaste. Can’t I ju...
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The Window Washer The window washer never painted a sunset such as this ox blood red dashed on cerulean oil or the majestic city of brick and mortar dotted with lights that smear with rain. These high rise cells have seen the worst of humanity’s best thinking huddled under veneered oak desks and conference room tables with sirens wrapped and singing lovely melodies around his waterlogged calves. These rooms have been targeted by the Competitor. These rooms are the best of what the American dr...
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After all, he’s just a baby. Teenaged poet, walled in with words. Incapable of hiding insecurities. Or sufficiently defending himself against night time ghouls while his parents’ have locked the door to their bedroom. Wordswordswordswordswordswordsword Wordswordswordswordswordswordsword It plays tricks upon the ear. Arrogance, the trait I hate the most. But I’m training my soul to love you. The wolf knew nothing of peace until he recognized his Alpha and Omega.
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“Say it out loud.” she said with the wisdom of familiarity and the forgiving voice of affection. Words kept themselves warm with the coat of a skull poised on haunches for expulsion into cold rapacious space. She wrapped her arms to catch the words like moths that ate holes in the coat exposing tendrils and fiber.
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Three thousand dead in an instant. They got us. We’ll get them. Fool me once shame on… shame on… Fool me and you can’t fool me again. She arrived unannounced with coffee, a donut, and two beautiful children; Mercy and Peace. “We need more diplomacy!” says one. “Nonsense, we need smarter bombs!” says another. Still another, “We need a catch phrase and an icon!” The pulse of the red phone beat itself hypertensive. In spite of the fighting and the struggle to be right… In spite of his idiocy and...
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I'm sorry. I didn't really like this story and I'll tell you why. First, there are so many stories about drugs and abusive relationships out there that I can't imagine an original one is left to write. Second, these stories, though well-intentioned many of the time, almost always inadvertantly make addiction look a little romantic. I did like the basic structure of the story though. You ended with the character having completed a full change and it was uplifting. Often, the typical way to end...
Nice start. Very energetic and the subject is different than those you normally see on Urbis. Is this the beginning of a longer story? If so, I have got to know how she becomes a legend!
I love the second half of this. Not so sure about the first part.
Cute story. I would read it to my kids. One thing bothered me (but I doubt it would bother my 4 year old) calling Grimaldi "sad and depressed" is redundant.
50.0% Review Quality (2 Votes)
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