Potholes_The Sixth of the Thomas(es)_The Art of the Prank_With Your Permission
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Potholes
They say it’s the freeze-thaw cycle that makes the roads fragile and sends the concrete crumbling down toward the rivers. It opens up craters in the cliff-side highways, catches half-frozen tires and launches drivers into a frenzy of frayed nerves and foul language. And Gina always forgets. Zones out and lets her guard down, like she’s somewhere with an actual road-maintenance budget, only to be slammed back to reality. She’d thought, for second, that this time was it. That her elbows would freeze up, forget to keep the wheel turning, and send her car straight through the barrier wall and tum...
The Sixth of the Thomas(es)
Angry, transmogrified, livid, drunken, the writer has just closed an e-mail which he was reading. It was an e-mail sent him by Austin MacCauley Publishers, "accepting" his piece. AM Publishers: one of those fake, disease-ridden (co-)publishing companies which exist to steal from all starving, naïve, and ignorant artists; the poor foolers. The poor fools, too.The writer leaves it, hear: like www.onedoor.cca shitepaper on a shoe'sbottom:"Dear Mr MacLane, Settling a Classic Novelette, your manuscript, was brought to our attention at the latest Editorial Board meeting when we discussed the confident state that ...
The Art of the Prank
“They somehow look more impressive on canvas,” said my roommate, Ryan, standing beside me and staring at the three easels and what was propped on them. “And in frames,” he added.“As opposed to the prototypes?” I asked. I sipped my black Gevalia coffee.Ryan scratched his head, fluffing his sandy blond hair. “I don't think it's called a prototype in regard to painting.”“Preliminary drawings then?”“I think they're called 'studies,'” said Ryan.“I think you're right,” I said. “I don't think the artist studied too much, do you?”“You know better than I do,” said Ryan, “but … no. Wait. Do you mean Lea...
With Your Permission
“Most likely he’ll ask you a lot of questions.” Darlene says. “That’s okay.” “He’ll size you up, he’s testing the waters, you know.” “Understood. You sent him my movies, right?” “Yeah, but I don’t know if he watched them. He’s a busy guy.” “I can imagine, writers’ minds are on going.” “You should be able to relate, you wrote most of your plays.” “Seems many years ago.” “Soon you’ll be saying that about directing movies.” “Maybe. Ready?”Jean and Darlene finish their drinks and set their empty glasses on the kitchen table. They walk to the front door. She walks in front of him, he watches her na...