topic: REVOLT medium: TEXT The facts remain: Mr. Bond lived in a Harlem apartment building at Saint Nicholas Avenue and West 113th Street; On March 5, 2009, Mr. Bond and some friends were moving a couch, wrapped in twine to keep the cushions in place; Two police officers in plain […]
Revolt Esmeralda poured, and then held the empty bottle aloft. The other crones, also swathed in black, sat in silence. The soldiers lifted their glasses. Esmeralda addressed the men. “This special vintage has been saved by our people for half a century, reserved for those fit to conquer us.” Her […]
topic: MONEY medium: TEXT, VIDEO as shared at a PenTales event themed “Making Ends Meet” I’m happy that you all made it here tonight and am especially relieved to see so many non-liquid edibles. It makes filling my sandwich bag-lined pockets a little easier. Ha, you can laugh if you […]
topic: CHANGE medium: TEXT, VIDEO as shared at a PenTales event themed “Great Expectations” Everything was well before the incident. I didn’t know it was all going to change that afternoon. If I had known what was about to happen, I don’t think I would have sat there calmly […]
topic: MONEY medium: CONVERSATION “I like money. Money I need. Gotta get money. Money over bitches! That’s my mantra, so write it down! But seriously, money—or assigning value to human life essentially—is equally evil and necessary. Money is what creates our culture in its current form. The people at the […]
The most amazing thing about PenTales stories is the people who share them. With “Behind the Story”, we introduce you to some of the personalities, voices, and stories behind the stories. 1. What inspired the story you submitted to PenTales’s “Revolt” contest? It was a news story published on several media about […]
topic: REVOLT medium: text Bodies lay around a young boy. Water hitting the damp and half rotten wood of the ship that was been moving across the ocean for what feels like years when in truth it couldn’t of been more then a month or two. Then stench was making […]
topic: DREAMS medium: TEXT Blood was oozing out of Limbu dai’s bullet wound. I realized that he was going to die. This thought gave me a sense of relief. A tiny part of me still shifted uneasily however, each time he wheezed and coughed; cold appeared to have got his […]
