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December 2010

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Jack Scoresby: When I write fiction it's generally... →

jackscoresby: We were in the back seat of her small car in a deserted parking lot in Yamato, Japan. Our clothes were on the floorboards, her hair stuck to the stubble on my chin, and the frigid December air creeped in from a cracked window to cool our heated bodies. “How’s your head feeling?” She asked. I had…

Quickies in New York: Heartbroken in the Morning →

quickienewyork: I had a dream that left me heartbroken in the morning. She’s just a girl I follow on Tumblr and I’ve never met her. There was nothing epic about the dream, and there was no abundance of skin to cloud my emotions, but I awoke with a longing I couldn’t understand. In the dream we simply held each… I’ve had similar dreams or fantasies about people I’ve met on...

bits and pieces to soak in.: 80 →

spindrift: simone, she felt like the evil twin. the one not following the rules. the rock star at heart while she danced naked in front of her bedroom mirror, hoping no one would see through her window. simone, she didn’t know what to think. about the world or her parents sin. so she thought, “fuck it all”…

Barretta: I'd Rather Sleep With You Than Sleep... →

barretta: I woke up a few minutes ago in the total darkness of six o’clock. The power out and the streetlamps dead and the moon not visible leaving this room black: no difference between open eyes and closed. It reminded me, suddenly and without explanation, of an ex. Now we no longer speak but when we were…

New Project In Mind

jscottgrand: I’ve been thinking about a new project. It goes like this: 1. Send me a photograph at jscottgrand@mac.com 2. I’ll write a story about it. 3. Make sure you have rights to the photograph and provide your name as you would like it credited. 4. Understand that the photograph will serve as inspiration for a story. That story may turn out to be beautiful…or sad or funny or filthy....

j.scott grand: Breakfast Order →

jscottgrand: He woke up in a tequila haze. His cell phone was vibrating on the bedtable. He picked it up. “I want you to teach me how to give a blowjob,” she said as if ordering a pizza. He turned and saw she was no longer in the bed beside him. Did he only dream that he had brought her home? “Where are…

j.scott grand: Swan Lake →

jscottgrand: He found her as he always did, asleep on the toilet seat, her gaunt frame slumping forward, defying gravity—like a licorice ribbon in a child’s hand. The needle dangled from her forearm, as it always did, followed by a thin stream of dried blood. She was naked but for a pair of panties that hung…

Failed Key Party (or Where Did I Leave My Tom...

jscottgrand: (Recite in one breath, in between sips of your martini) Mitch is married to Susan but is secretly in love with Pam. Susan can’t stand Mitch’s breath, which always smells of gin and cigarettes. She only has eyes for Grace, who thus far, has rejected her advances because she desperately wants Reggie, Pam’s husband. Reggie is in love with Mitch and will later murder Mitch and Pam...

j.scott grand: Return to Long Sleeves →

jscottgrand: (photo by Pirate Bettie) It was that open package of condoms that broke him into pieces, swiftly and completely, so Kenny sat huddled in the corner of the bedroom, like a marionette that had lost its strings. Earlier that evening, he watched Rachel slip quietly from beneath their sheets and…

j.scott grand: A Christmas Card from Mikhail... →

jscottgrand: Since it’s Christmas and I’m basically a son of a bitch, I’m posting an excerpt from Mikhail Bakunin’s, God and the State: Jehovah, who of all the good gods adored by men was certainly the most jealous, the most vain, the most ferocious, the most unjust, the most bloodthirsty, the most…

“I’ve learnt from experience that a painting isn’t finished when you put down...”

– Banksy (via supersonicelectronic)

“Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense...”

– Oscar Wilde (via yeatsofhell)

Quickies in New York: Coffee on Christmas →

quickienewyork: “Will you make me coffee on Christmas morning before anyone arrives?” “Of course.” “With eggnog?” “I’ll make you coffee with everything.” “What’s everything?” “Love, sex, need, cream, cinnamon, presents, hope, want, the smell of pine trees in winter, flannel sheets, a fire place, honey,…

jscottgrand: I can’t stop playing with the Facebook Conversation Generator

jscottgrand: I just returned home from New Orleans to find Katie West’s Black and White in my mailbox. It’s extraordinary. The photographs are striking in their ability to convey such intense emotion—whether it be sadness, loneliness, or whimsy. Do yourself a favor and buy this book.

Read: Consumer Products by Stephen Marche →

theremina: claytoncubitt: “Just before she died, the film critic Pauline Kael told a friend, “When we championed trash culture, we had no idea it would become the only culture,” and she was right. / The word “celebrity” in its current English sense of “a famous person” dates from 1849, a decade after the invention of photography. Just as voodoo is a danced religion, pop culture is a religion...

Quickies in New York: What Are They Doing? →

quickienewyork: Every time we fuck in her bed she pretends they’re watching us. We’ve never fucked in a bar, a cab, or a back alley. We’ve never gone to parties together and we hardly even kiss on the front stoop. We close the door instead, we hang our clothes up with perfect folds, and we hold each other…

WILD TIGERS I HAVE KNOWN: There was no reason for... →

tigersihaveknown: There was no reason for the shave besides boredom, restlessness, an obsession to control some aspect of his existence, in which in all other ways he had no say. Papa was standing at the stove, mixing a pot of split pea soup, the white of his hair shone like snow beneath the overhead hanging…