Fiction
there is rebirth and then there i...
I am stagnant. I am unmoving, unfeeling. Which is a lie. Like telling yourself you’re broken, because you feel less whole. But it’s thought. That is how thought works, like unconnected spindles. Lik...
This leaves us, in the void of ou...
This leaves us, in the void of our everyday lives, confined to the passive state of playing the role imposed by second nature, keeping our essential powers and the longing for a beautiful life hidden away under the required mask. The mask has grown f...
It means that the human essence...
The first is what this book discusses as rejection. It is a moment when the confidence in our essence gathers enough strength to burst into the open, in spite of the power of the given, which is inimical to it. The other response to our contrad...
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Every arm stroke was smooth and practiced. They had done this many times. Harmless expression was all they considered it to be. These kinds of projects occupied much of their time, bu...
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It was the beginning conflict] throughout the history of civilization had there ever been a moment to give rise to such a singular individual as this? Without the presence of time to hold him back all things were possible now. Having a point of...
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Hitting Kohls Trent spent eight years in community college. His parents told him he needed to get into a university and move on to better things instead of working at McDonalds, getting into trouble, and going in and out of the psychiatric...
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It was late, early spring, night time, nothing doing. I looked at some porn, found some funny internet videos, stayed up. I picked out this one with a cop and some chick who was trying to get out of being arrested. When she started going down on the ...
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Donald O'DonovanMittensMy sister Erin had a cat, a fluffy orange tabby with white front paws—little Mittens. Mittens didn’t amount to much but Erin was crazy about her. But my father hated that cat. He said she was a thorn in his side, wh...
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A Pleasant Show of EnthusiasmbyDonald O’Donovanfrom Orgasmo I got a call from Starz, Milton LaStarza, a cinematographer on the skids. Or at least that’s how I remembered him. We’d both been poor in Paris, but life&...
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from Night Train, by Donald O'Donovan, available at Amazon Kindle“Something’s rotten in Denmark,” Big Bluto announced at the company meeting today. At first I thought he was talking about the ten cases of Dr. Sharpe’s Shakti T...
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I had Giddi in my arms, draped over me. We were covered in sweat and I'm pounding into her. She's making these soft little noises in my ear and I've got a pool vac crushed up against my back. The noises become more urgent, you know like she's going...
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I Live Under Your Wallpaper by Donald O’Donovan from Night Train (published by Open Books, available at Amazon Kindle) My quality woman, Corliss...that was her name, Corliss. Papageorgopoulou was right. She wasn’t young. Her hands were f...
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But so I was looking through this junk store. I think I was looking for things made of wood, but I was also just generally looking, taking in the overwhelming amount of Things. I spent time considering the many stories that ended when the owners of t...
A SCENE AT THE BAR, OR RATHER, AN...
Cigarettes in an aluminum tin, matches, three weathered coins, a copy of every free publication in Denver, one journal bearing a sticker for ‘Fancy Tiger,’ one small Phillips head screwdriver, one pocketwatch, the notebook with the stic...
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When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at a cloudless blue sky. I had decided long ago that cerulean blue was indeed my favorite color for the sky to be. In fact, if the climate were to maintain itself year-long; seventy-eight degr...
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You know everything about a guy after you give him head. It’s in the way he asks you to go down. If his hand forces then he’s a prick who expects to be satisfied first. He is the same selfish dimwit who thinks girls like deep-throating...
I Would Like You Better If I Didn...
People are always more interesting when you don’t know them. When the extent of their existence is infinitude. That is why strangers are so enticing. Capturing...
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I never know what to think about when I masturbate. Watching porn gets me horny and wet, but I never touch myself during the show. It seems disrespectful-to get off before t...
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I knew from the moment you emerged that she would find animosity in my existence as well as an unalterably unconditional love in your existence. Within mere seconds until death do us part became an eternity, a prison sentence behind the bars of her...
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The world is ever so colorful that with every blink it changes shades. You might not know that but the colors you see now are probably familiar to you but are constantly changing, since not everyone sees the same. The grass can be greener for some ...
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Neon lights flicker. The moon is high. The air is filled with smoke. The gum on the sidewalk is scattered in black dots which use to be bright colors. The clicking of heels is heard as if a stampede is outside late in the night. Sequins glitter in ...
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Harry was down in the dumps one day looking for the book that he accidently had thrown away a few days prior. He had found the general area where, by the looks of it, his garbage had been dumped and that of his neighbors. Harry was getting close to...
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In a place far, far away, there was a shed in the middle of a wooded land. This shed was red and had a broken window pane that no one bothered to fix. The wind would howl through this window and make the entire shed shake as if it was made from str...
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IN ALL HIS YEARS OF WALKING AROUND in Denver, Clyde had only recently noticed peace signs blooming in the cracks that come after a snowfall and melt. The first one looked man-made, but as he kept going, he started seeing more and more, less and les...
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Jelly Roll Morton was who I liked to wake up to the most. It meant that grandpa was at our house and when he came over it meant there were donuts. We loved donuts. My brothers, dad, grandpa and I would sit around the dining table, a nice table, surro...
Capes and Cones for the Clothesma...
On a summer’s day, the type where the sun is up from six in the morning until nine o’clock at night, the heat becomes inescapable. The young man decided to take his only son to the park, a perfect walking distance of on...
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To celebrate our savagery and contempt, as well as my imminent departure, we go to the red light district of Brussels for a Sunday night drive. Unfortunately, Juana rear-ends some Moroccans as we get into a heated debate abou...
New Year's Two Thousand Something
Do you want to read a story? It’s just a little something I wrote a little while back. Just wanted some input, some thoughts on the quality. Just read and we’ll see where we go. Perh...
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