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These are short stories, written with minimal editing to preserve the visceral structure; Most of the stories are composed to be read and experienced in the way that dreams might present themselves....

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Be advised: work contains very strong language and scenes of a sexually explicit and violent content. Recommended minimum age of 18 years

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A small village learns the value of kindness.

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A young woman and her husband come to terms about their marriage.

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The life and adventures of a river otter in the East Tennessee mountains.

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A young girl grows up quickly on an East Tennessee mountain farm and learns the value of family and neighbors when she has to take over her Grandmothers duties....

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A young worker encounters two brothers whose simplistic views and acceptance of life proves both humorous and thought provoking.

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Nepal has been blessed with heavenly natural beauty. However, the plate tectonics that gave birth to this natural beauty will one day cause massive loss of life and property. A majority of people living in Nepal are largely unaware of their vulnerability to a massive earthquake. Ironically, foreign diplomats seem to be more active in preparing Nepal for this imminent and unpredictable natural disaster: recently the US embassy funded the construction of a blood bank that can survive the impact of an earthquake, Nepal government and some UN agencies are collaborating to prepare critical infrastructures (like airport, emergency shelter, etc.) for a massive earthquake that is bound to hit this beautiful Himalayan kingdom that has already been cursed with a bloody past and a youth-less present. This short story (fiction, 2200 words) describes the home coming of a youth after a massive earthquake in Nepal. It also tries to emphasize the importance of letter writing in current age of instant communication (email, telephone, etc)....

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The dead bodies recovered from the rubble lay all along the road side like a victory medal of the God. Pulverised concrete had turned the whole city into a dark and grey place. As Alok entered inner parts of the city, roads turned into small mountain of rubble; motionless hands, legs and expressionless faces peeked from these rubble. All the human remains were completely washed with powdered concrete dust and they silently recited the violent tale of furious Mother nature. Bricks had broken free from the tyranny of cement and lay scattered everywhere while naked concrete pillars shamelessly displayed their steel skeletons. A mist created by pulverised concrete floated everywhere like a recently freed spirit and, without any remorse, it flirted with strong smell of decaying human flesh. Stains of dried blood splatted over broken concrete spoke of the bloody feast organised by the Gods. Amid this aftermath of the festival of death, some hope emanated from the light of the pyre of some fortunate dead bodies whose relatives had survived to offer them the last Hindu rites....

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This is a collection of 13 short stories about the hard life, the life of characters, the life of miscreants and misfits. The characters are crude, sexual, violent, witty, thoughtful, and full of wisdom and lessons never learned by those who lead sheltered lives. This book is for a mature audience....

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INTRODUCTION THE CON MAN ENTHYMEME DOLLY BOOTLEGGER THE CURSE OF THE YELLOW DOGS A COLD NIGHT SOLIDIFIES THINGS SWIFT WING RETRIBUTION – THE BULL PREACHER MAN NORSKI MY DAD WAS REAL HARD MISTER ARNELL MARY DANCE ...

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One-page stories to read aloud to your child. It’s easy to make a difference in your child’s future… start with the story below! Make the Promise to read aloud to your child every day and earn a chance for a family trip to Walt Disney World!...

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Short fiction about bizarre mental health disorders.

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A collection of short poems in Romanian.

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Desfac o sticlă plină de doruri posomorâte şi vinul picură-n pahare amintiri. De obediente gânduri eu atârn senin (în aer spânzurat) şi-o fIacără-de-cântec izbucneşte-n gât. I open a bottle full of longing dull and wine glasses dripping-in memory. I thought hang clear of obedience (in air hung) and the-song neck breaks....

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Cifrele au început să vibreze ............................................................... 5 A scrie scriere .................................................................................... 6 i'v1iorita ................................................................................................. 7 Marele zid românesc ........................................................................... 8 Mama latină şi tata cel dac ................................................................. 9 Am trăi fiecare tablou ....................................................................... 10 Femeie care plângi în versul meu ..................................................... II Eminescieni lci În palidc hemoragii .................................................. 12 Susur de ape ..................................................................................... 13 Naştere ............................................................................................. 14 Noi făntâni săpăm pentru lumină ...................................................... 15 Alergare in noapte ..........................................

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A short story collection. There are ten short stories with an illustration for each story. Each story is about 1 A4 size page. The book has 4236 words....

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From chapter "Few sounds" - "Much like we repeat prayers again and again if you create a sound, a ticking sound repeat again and again and you adjust how fast it ticks according to your liking, you can study with the sound which will be like a tick of the clock every second"....

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1. The monkeys and parrots (1) 2. What it was like to see heaven on earth! (5) 3. The steam engine (9) 4. The times of happiness (14) 5. Hire for a day (18) 6. Do it right (22) 7. Few sounds (26) 8. The fish in the pond (30) 9. Trek (34) 10. Bread (38)...

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A collection of short stories, children's stories, short theatre, and verses.

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“Come on, Craiova; come on, students!” “Come on and score!” (They had failed to score.) The score was still close. The blue flags waved in the grandstands. The spectators made caps out of the newspapers – which they hadn’t bothered to read. (The papers, after all, had been specially printed for the match.) “Get your roasted sunflower seeds!” “Get your peanuts!” At the central stadium the places were occupied three to four hours before the beginning of the game. The chief of the gallery, Ostrovski, set the tone: “Go, go, Ştiin-ţa [Science]!” (To a spectator next to him): “Cheeky boy. Why don’t you yell? If you’re not going to show your support, then get out of here!” Some spectators wore blue- and white-striped caps with “University” emblazoned on the peaks. The students screamed at an ear-splitting volume. The stand was like an erupting volcano. “Go, Dynamo!” one screamed, as a bottle smashed over his head. It was an unequal duel between the galleries. On the turf, the crowd boiled over with excitement. “Huuuuu!”...

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SHORT STORIES - 4 1-0 (?) - 5 Gioni - 10 The Green Suite Case - 16 When I lived in my Country - 31 CHILDREN’S BEDTIME STORIES - 35 The Smallest Youngest Pig - 36 License -- 38 The Lady Neighbours - 40 Gitch the Little Bitch, Cig the Little Pig, and Dat the Cat - 42 SHORT THEATRE - 44 No Exit! - 45 Destiny - 46 Conversation - 47 Love Adventures - 51 Antique Tragedy - 57 The Blood of Country Earth - 64 Unknown Cause - 70 VERSES - 75 Experimental Poetry - 76 Paradoxist Distiches - 77 Tautological Distiches - 79 Pit of Words - 81 Fate Irony - 81 Defeated Tree - 81 The History of the Romanian Language - 82 Ewe Lamb - 82 Poem - 83 The Figures Began to Vibrate - 83 The Poetry Died! Hurrah! Hurrah! - 84 Going On - 84 Spirit Saving - 85 Eminescian Lindens in Pale Cascade - 85 The Latin Mother and the Dacian Father - 86 The Great Romanian Wall - 86 Unknowns - 86 Epitaph for a Poet - 87 Because - 87 The Proposed Problem - 87 I Was Crushed by the Sky - 88...

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'The Virgin Mary had more lines but I had the better costume.' After the Christmas play was announced, I had been dreaming all autumn of the Virgin Mary and the essence of femininity that I knew the role possessed if I could only get it. No longer would I have to pull on pants, hide my hair, swagger around with plastic swords or sit in a chair uttering the mild regrets of middle age. No, for once I would be the centre of delight and attention, with a husband, a donkey and various deferential well-wishers from all walks of life to support my soft and vulnerable womanhood while at the same time getting the lion’s share of lines and scenes. Tender, frail, passive and beautiful, I would be the chosen one. The star. But since I had the wrong religion, this was not to be.' For everyone who has ever been in a school play, or whose daughter is in one right now. At the age of nine, Nyla runs into the hard facts of life. Her school nativity play turns out to be a pretty ugly affair. It opens up the cracks in the social divides, religious discrimination and dark family secrets. Told with wry humour and compassion for the pain of ch...

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At first I had been upset. I was the best actress in class, not just by my own assessment but also as overheard several times in comments from my teacher. So when the roles were handed out, I was stunned. The lead went to a class mate who had never shown a special interest in the theatre. I looked at her. She smiled and acknowledged the privilege, her blonde hair shimmering in the late morning winter sunlight that fell through the class room windows. Was it my hair? Then I looked around in the room and at all the other girls who had been cast in background parts. Why her? The boys, of course, had plenty of parts to share amongst them. Joseph, shepherds, inn keepers, Romans, kings... At least I had been cast in the second best female part – I was the archangel Gabriel. But right then I have to admit I felt nothing but contempt for the archangel Gabriel. A consolation prize, appearing in only one scene. Why? The answer was a lot more complex than I knew. In fact I had fallen afoul of religious discrimination. It was a late aftertaste of the persecution that had made my ancestors walk all the way across Europe in search of a sa...

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A collection of short prose essays.

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CULTURAL NEWS1 (short prose poem) I queue up at the entry of art. queue for meat, queue for bread (Hurraaah Hurrah How fine is our life!) And I watch how someone builds their tomb in eternity. We beseech you to sit down each as far as possible in literature, we are announced by the hoarse interphone. -No, thanks. I prefer standing up, I find myself answering unquestioned. -But do come, please, come. the poetry is waiting for you - says the interphone, then to me: -Enough, there is no place left, get out....

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About Florentin Smarandache again, by Ion Rotaru 5 Introduction to the Kingdom of Error 9 A few features of the NonExistentialism 10 A common 13 Cultural actuality (short prose - poem) 14 How not to ascend to the High NonSociety 15 News 19 Portrait 20 1st letter of Uncle Vasile the political refugee 21 2nd letter of Uncle Vasile the political refugee 23 3rd letter 25 The letter of Mircea the King-size 26 Leitmotif (short prose without action, without conflict, without subject) 27 Hopes 30 Recollections of which I don’t wish to remember 33 Defect writings (short prose - essay) 35 Introduction in Gibberish 38 Curriculum Vitae 49 The typewriter 50 Landscape with dreams 51 The heroic day of an ordinary man 53 Savu of Lentza 56 Gallant affairs 58 Little history of love (critique short prose) 60 Divorce 62 Uncle Gheorghe’s amazing deeds 64 Genealogy 67 At the swimming place 69 Characterize the character Vitoria Lipan in the novel “The hatchet” 70 RRS 73 Cupboard-which-can-hold-many-people-and-runs-alone-on-railways 74 Shakespeare Alexandru and Beethoven Nicolae 75 Diploma (juridical short prose) 77 Ahmed...

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The hilarious exploits of a domesticated cockatiel and an oft-forgotten yet faintly remembered celestial journey. A young woman trades away her life credits while a mother elsewhere gently chides her young son. What could possibly happen when a tribal chieftain meets a time traveler? What on earth is a wribulizer and why is the moon actually blue! How does an up-and-coming writer deal with the terror of murderous thugs ransacking her home while her scientist brother vanishes after leaving her with a secret formula? What is the connect between a golden apple tree and an old man tending to his potted plant? To enjoy all of these tales and more, read on!...

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" I don’t remember when I was born or how many times I was transported before I first saw “Chirp”, my human and her mate “Chirp-chirp”. I have heard it said before by Fuff-fuff, the resident sage of my first non tree nest (a yellow-red mishmash of colours and an upturned beak) that first impressions are often the truest but I have to admit, my first peek at Chirp and Chirp-Chirp was not positive." ****************************************************************************** " As my journey continued, I remembered how, I too, had once been worshipped and deemed important enough to be tracked in the ancient texts and star calendars. I had witnessed the birth of their saviour and the magi who had divined his birth by tracking my journey. The huge monuments that was raised in the honour of false gods and eschewed later. As centuries passed and their artificial lights lit up their homes, the humans now had the audacity to transmit probes and crafts for intercepting me. What had happened to their awe and their respect? Yet, I felt myself growing smaller and feebler on every journey past as I lose a little bit of my strength and...