entries.
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
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THE GIRL THAT DIED
The Girl That Died sits on a wrought-iron bench in the subway station. Her dress is tattered, faded & once-white, & when she swings her feet they don't touch the floor. She remembers the ribbons her father never put in her hair.Sometimes, she sings.
Clackity clickity clackity clack
Avoid the cracks for mother’s back
Here comes her on ghostie tracks
Mother’s come on ghostie tracks
Clickety clackety clickety click
Here comes her and her is it
& it, it knows some dirty tricks
Death it knows some tricksy tricksWhen Death hears her, it wishes it was not a train. -
... huh. this does still exist.
most of my upcoming entries will be 101-word short stories. some will be connected to others, some won't. some will be in chronological order, some will simply be in order. if i know that a story connects to others, i'll try to let you know.
the concept was started by brendan atkins, who has written a story every weekday without fail for nearly five years now. his website is now home to well over a thousand stories, some of which weave in & out of each other beautifully. you owe it to yourself to check them out.
this will be ongoing, perhaps daily, perhaps more than daily. work, after all, is a pretty boring place.
enjoy.
Sunday, 14 October 2007
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& my G-d, that You would turn my water to wine, turn my water to wine.
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