Thursday night, my last night at Warren Wilson, I ended up talking and dancing with about every person in the creative writing department who I can actually be bothered to both respect and like down in Rex and Ilinca's room. We were drinking noxious cocktails that looked like they ought to be sizzling in beakers in some B-movie mad scientist's lab ( Read more... )

The classroom is for unusual children, children who are euphemistically described as having “special needs,” though by and large, they need the same things that other children do. They only take them differently. For example: shoes. All children need shoes. The world is full of glass and rusty nails that might be stepped upon. There are paths of ( Read more... )

( the suicide story )

Firstly, as per the subject heading, I'm gonna link to some good online fiction. There's actually a lot of good fiction floating around online, but it can take some patience to find it, and I intend to be helpful in that pursuit to the three or four people actually reading my journal. So, then:

The Baker Street Record is crossover fanfiction for ( Read more... )

It bothers me when book reviews complain that a book has an obvious moral, or message, or political agenda-- not in the sense of "this moral/message/political agenda was badly handled" as much as "this is not a good story because it is trying to teach me something, or convince me of a point." The implication is that fiction should seek only to ( Read more... )

Some good break reading on the innernets:

Because the dead come up naked, they are always
cold. Because they come up empty, they are always hungry.
Because they come up lost, they are always angry. Because
they come up blind, eyes shut tight against the light that
hurts them so, they are difficult to see, unless sought by those
who-for one reason, ( Read more... )