I do not understand these large vegetables called pumpkins.
Tonight I went out for a bite to eat. It was night. Late night. I had gone to the usual night spots and had, what do people call it these days, oh yes, I had a snack or two. Small bites. Wanting more, and wanting something good I went to a tavern owned by a woman called Cassie.
I walked her home, nearly crazy with her warmth and the sweet smell of her blood. The night was cool with the change of the seasons. It was the autumn solstice. I was hungry.
Once inside of her house she grabbed my shirt and kissed me. I shared her embrace, hardly able to contain myself. Then she smiled and said she had to go to the bathroom. I waited, and decided to remove my shirt thus showing…
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Note – Charlie is 12 y.o. I have conducted the entirety of these interviews through and with the approval of his grandmother, his guardian, through her email.
Interview with Charlie
You were called a ____Girl______ (girl/boy) at birth.
When did you decide your assigned gender was not correct?
Honestly, kind of my whole life, but I really knew when I was about 7 or 8.
What did you do? How did you act? Give me a little background about the “processing” of your thoughts and feelings.
I sort of always knew I was male. Calling me a girl is like calling a wolf a cat.
Parents typically assign toys, clothes, and such for the gender they think you are. How has that changed? What hasn’t changed?
It’s not really a change, they usually got me girly toys but I never played with them. I always stole my uncle’s toys…
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It is a great pleasure for me to announce the
3rd Halloween-Poem Contest
on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’.
Every author and poet are invited to participate and deliver a “Halloween-Poem” to my email address: email@example.com, together with their picture.
There are a few rules to follow:
- Your poem needs a Halloween theme.
- Your poem needs a minimum of 99 words.
- Your poem has to be delivered to my email address until Halloween, October 31, 2017, 9 pm Central Standard Time.
- Please avoid violence, bad language, and sexual content within the poems. It would be disqualified.
Every poem that meets the rules and is delivered within the deadline will be published here on “Writer’s Treasure Chest” together with the provided picture.
End of this month I will introduce this years jury members to you. I am very proud that these authors agreed to be part of…
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I always look forward to these posts.
Quote about John Gardner: “The late John Gardner once said that there are only two plots in all of literature. You go on a journey or a stranger comes to town. Since women, for many years, were denied the journey, they were left with only one plot in their lives — to await the stranger. Indeed, there is essentially no picaresque tradition among women novelists. While the latter part of the twentieth century has seen a change of tendency, women’s literature from Austen to Woolf is by and large a literature about waiting, usually for love.” ― Mary Morris, The Illustrated Virago Book of Women Travellers
“All order, I’ve come to understand, is theoretical, unreal — a harmless, sensible, smiling mask men slide between the two great, dark realities, the self and the world — two snake pits.” ― John Gardner, Grendel
“Stars, spattered out through lifeless night from…
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I’m a Vampire who enjoys stories getting Vampires right.
“Preacher” is one of them. If you’re not familiar with this AMC show — spoiler! — Cassidy’s a Vampire but not the main character. While we’re shown he’s capable of blood-raging violence, most of the time he just wants to be left alone with his substance abuse. He’s a predator who avoids killing because of both the complications it brings — bodies don’t hide themselves — as a well as personal code of who deserves his wrath.
Every Vampire I’ve met has their own variation of this unwritten code with no two alike. None are more complicated than that of a sire and their progeny, and in the case of Cassidy — another surprise spoiler! — turning his actual son, Denis. Cassidy is over a century old, so it isn’t clear if he fathered Denis before being turned, only that he…
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A little bit of Friday Science Fiction Fun…
A Science Fiction Story
Sure we all volunteered with a capitol V but we didn’t know we’d be stuck a billion miles from home with a bunch of assholes.
Our plan was to stop at Planet 2387 before we made communication with our target planet. 2387 is an uninhabited wasteland. There might have been the rudiments of life there at one time but that ship had come and gone.
So we land at what was left of the Emile Hanson Memorial Outpost, otherwise known as Hanson’s Hole. I looked up Hanson’s name before we left home. He’d been the captain of the third Mars mission. You know, the one whose head exploded when he ran into a couple of guys from Europa, but that was a long time ago. That was almost three hundred years ago, long before I was born.
On the wall of the main building of…
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