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LOC: Phoenix, AZ
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LAST LOGIN: September 10
LOC: Phoenix, AZ
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: September 10
How does one have a fictional resume without publication? I believe that exists here. This is my fictional resume. No, you won’t discover that I taught Donald Trump everything he knows about building a real estate business. It’s not ‘that’ kind of fictional resume.
What you will find here is a wide variety of work that clearly shows my ability with different types, styles, lengths, etc…
For short fiction you have pieces like, ‘A Glympse of the Other.’ I have included the fable, ‘The Eagle and the Crow.’ ’Deacon Artemis’ is a part of a story cycle designed to have an overarching plot line presented as if your Papa were sitting with you on a porch swing.
Longer pieces include the novella, ‘Gestations of the Damned.’ Soon,...
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I wonder if for just a moment, you might lend your ear to me For I a tale to here lament, a dark enchantment roaming free And though I spin my own reflection be ye warned that it is thine A man at rest purchase detection, woe the horrors he might find! Both act in strange and act in kind For what I sought we each must seek if ever to The Darkness thwart For dark the light that drips a leak a quiet tale of demon sport (Repetitious to retort) So on a night of lunar wane, that is ‘er so, and is ...
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7 With intros made Scott commenced getting himself presentable. Seemed he had some function with his new job to attend, even though he really did not know a thing about his new job, including what building his office was located in. Jimmy assured him that it was his job to worry about such things and Scott figured what the hell? The job came with personal security, so he was confident that the compensation package would more than suffice. For all he knew all of this was discussed at length i...
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For some strange reason he felt a need to ring the doorbell. Typically he would have entered through the side door that led into the kitchen but he wanted this place to feel distant- unfamiliar. He knew it would not, but he could make every effort to that end. Most people saw his family like a throwback look at a black and white sitcom. His dad had always been there for the family, working the same tedious job for God knows how long, always smiling when he entered and kissing his mom mechani...
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9 This would be his last night with the pride. He was young, fertile, and capped with the darkest of manes. He was also bored. So tired of the monotony of ‘D’ cups threatening to spill their silicon libations over their top lips that he secretly begged for an SOS 88 girl. She would be some yet to be vixen- soft and supple- with a flower that was ready to bloom. He would pluck her botanical before she fully realized she had one. It would not be the first time. But such would be another day… a...
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The first thing that strikes me here is the digression of line length. It is a powerful, but subtle tool. The thought that comes to mind is stem cells here. Interesting to compare the first days of life with algae. the more I sit here and ponder this, the more it speaks to me. Yet what I dilineate may not be exactly your intension. And yet I hope you understand just how valuable that is. For if my understanding is my own, then so will another's be. And if that be the case, your work becomes p...
This piece seems as if it is trying to be too deep. There appears a message here that is lost in the richness of the verbage. As well the mix of almost mythology with obviously modern things fight each other in a way that tears at the heart of the piece. Maybe that is what you are trying o accomplish. If so, well done.
All I can really say is that I am frustrated. You listed this as a short story in poetic form and it is not. If you had listed it as simply poetry I might take a different line, but even at that you are so intoxicated with your own ability at obscurity that the reader is simply and mightily cheated. If you are simply looking for someone to hail you victor in a contest of bourgeous vagueness, you will win. And there praise will buy you nothing to feed your frail form from the grocer who will r...
Changing the word "coffin" to "doom" would give a homonymical foreshadow of the second stanza. Second stanza could end, "but chocolate was not the only thing I mixed up that night." Its more subtle... more professional... less hand fed. I know the syllabic scheme is specific, but you could find a wording that would fit. Finally, the ending... With these kinds of people surrounding you, could you really know truth without harm? Reading their thoughts may in fact be more harmful than anything t...
Hard to get the review out here. Not bad for a poem but hard to review as a short story. It seems she talks to a few patrons and then decides to drink herself to death. No plot really to discuss. We don't know much about Jenny and I would like to. Develop this further and it could be very interesting.
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