joshuapaul

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The Magnificent Humphrey Wolf AdamsHe was bent and sucking like a landed carp. His eyes vacant, peering out at the canvas from looped bruise – oddly, it reminded him of ...

For fifteen minutes he stood in stone, barely breathing, eyeing the atlas. At last, he turned on a heel, like a rusty gate in the wind and said, “We are ...

Spoiler! : This is a free writing exercise. and I didn't care for him until I heard he was getting fired. He lumbers toward me, and I think about convicts ...

Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t an attempt to garner your sympathy. I don’t want it; consider this an explanation, a sigh before the departure. They said I should write ...

Mickey promised it wouldn’t hurt, though I knew it would. He held my hand, as the needle pressed then broke through. Blood lapped over the broken fold of skin, the ...

He slept under the desk at my feet, with his legs out straight. I reached down and roughed his ears while the laptop whirred to life. It made strange sounds ...

Mathew_Beta.exeThe first message I received from him was nine days after he died.Dad, is that you?You may be thinking I’m insane, perhaps I am. But those words sat on that ...

Spoiler! : The first poem I have written. Something of a free-write at that. .......Bread brokenby hands as dry as the cowboys lunge,and later they holdquiet good byesover a cold ...

Fiction in need of urgent critique

Equity Division Ahem. “- Oh I’m the mistake. Yes I’m the mistake you made. Yes how could I forget? You’re the one who has supported us all these-” ...

Work-shopping an idea, this is the first draft.

A very short story about intimacy

Written in the style of Cormac McCarthy. An exercise in subtext.

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