topic: BORDERS medium: TEXT as shared at a PenTales event themed “Foreign Affairs” Listen to the Story! “I think it’s best if we adopt the “tracing paper” approach – that is, applying a sheet of tracing paper to your letter, and writing my answers on top. With one of those […]
topic: BORDERS medium: TEXT as shared at a PenTales event themed “Great Expectations” Listen to the Story! As an annually optimistic person – that is to say – I am optimistic in September, every year, and then I go back to being a negative, fatalistic person for the rest of […]
topic: BORDERS medium: TEXT as shared at a PenTales event themed “Royalty” Listen to the Story! Alright, Princess ? Gurgled the man as he shifted his weight and pressed his upper body against the bar, a roll of man-boob spilling onto its surface, trapping a coaster. “Naav another pint of […]
topic: BORDERS medium: TEXT as shared at the PenTales event themed “Borders” When I first decided I was going to move to New York for some amount of time, which was by complete and utter dumb coincidence shortly after Meira (my girlfriend) decided she was going to NY, and after […]
topic: BORDERS medium: TEXT as shared at a PenTales event themed “Borders” Just be strong. Get in there, do it, and get out. Nice and quick, like a band-aid. Just be strong. Be strong. BE STRONG! George was thinking so hard he was mouthing the words without realizing. He was […]
topic: BORDERS medium: TEXT as shared at a PenTales event themed “Borders” Watch Danny tell his story on Youtube! Finally, time for a smoke. Jack reached into his jacket pocket as he walked down the street away from the restaurant. His three-hour dinner with Marcus had been pleasant enough, but […]
topic: BORDERS medium: TEXT as read at a PenTales event themed “Royalty” Once upon a time there were three queens in three kingdoms far, far away. The first, Amaleia, the queen of the land of dust, was queen by birthright, due to the lack of male sibling and so on. […]
topic: BORDERS medium: TEXT The maison rouge was neither a house nor red. It was a hotel painted in a powdery, pastel green that rubbed off like chalk on your fingers. And the soot from chimneys and the exhaust of the endless stream of cars that choked the narrow Rue […]