Tag Archives: abuse
The DIALOGUE Machine: “The Schrank Family Take A Drive”
The Schranks pile into the station wagon for a family outing. The kids play in the backseat. They are Mary, aged 12, and George, aged 10. MOM: Hey kids, look up ahead, train tracks. DAD: You know what … Continue reading
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The POETRY Machine: Anonymous Email
Today I got an anonymous email which included nothing but the following, which seems like a really bad poem, and is hopefully nothing personal to me. I’ve decided to post it here, mainly because I haven’t posted anything in a … Continue reading
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The SHORT STORY Machine: “We Always Treat Children Too Well”
The deeper he stuffed his hands into his empty pockets, the quicker he felt he would reach his apartment. So long as he beat the sparrows from calling him out and the sun from stealing the night’s mischievous sense of … Continue reading
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The DIALOGUE Machine: “Two Old Friends Running Into Each Other On A Street Corner”
Rod—dressed in layers of filthy tattered clothes, coughing blood into his palm, sweating out stale discount booze—is asking pedestrians to spare him some extra money on a busy downtown corner. Rod: Spare some change… spare some change… anything helps… spare … Continue reading
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The DIALOGUE Machine: “Last Day At Camp Shivering Dove”
It’s the last day of sleep-away camp at Camp Shivering Dove. Barry and Paula Burgerberg have arrived to pick up their eleven year old daughter, Vivian. Before seeing her, however, they must have a chat with her nineteen year old … Continue reading
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The SHORT STORY Machine: “Episodes in the Creative Destruction of Currency”
It wasn’t him that was breathing in this hot little room with crusted baby yellow walls. It was the mattress on which he lay: heaving and wheezing, miasmic clouds of dust, sweat stains, coughing and humid life. This hot little … Continue reading
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The SHORT STORY Machine: “The Observation Parties of M. Voie and Herr Guck”
We are going to enter the black and white theater now. If we have questions we will wait until the end to ask them. A man in a gray jacket with cracked skin and pale lips sits uncomfortably upright typing … Continue reading
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The SHORT STORY Machine: “Rehearsing A Café Scene”
The bearded prince of nothing-to-do (that’s me) fits himself into his borrowed throne at the café on the corner of this green and budding street. He left his miniature laptop at home and his satellite cell-phone turned off and his … Continue reading
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