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shindotvMy online version of my MFA creative writing afterlife. So much for the afterglow. |
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American Girl inher MongoliaI’m a 24 year old post graduate who fell in love with her college professor and ran away with him to teach English in Inner Mongolia, China. I have a love for Starburst candies, communicating in broken languages, and stories with circular plots. My blog |
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Unsilent DawnA journey into darkness, in search of light. |
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55 Fiction
on Apr 9, 2006 in Blogs & Blogging Creative Writing The Neo-Blogger The Rambler Remember the new blog that I told you about a few days back? Uh, well — it’s been launched. Yay! Isn’t it exciting? It’s called 55 Fiction. [Blurb: Fragments of imagination captured in 55 words.] I’m blogging together wi...
Roundus Amongus
on Nov 20, 2006 in Creative Writing Up the stairs released from the subterranean bob-and-weave, I’m fresh off a middling six hours of sleep, trudging along. The sun leans between the buildings, stares squarely into my eyes. I squint like a motherfucker. I’m not in the hurriest of h...
Changing homes
on Dec 12, 2006 in support tag friendship comment blog therapy personal journal creative writing I hope you will follow me to my new blog address (and please excuse the mess as I unpack there). The picture, by the way, bears no resemblance to my actual home.I will keep this site open for the foreseeable future, with hopes of moving everything ev...
The Krapper is Born
on Jan 9, 2007 in clean bathroon poo krap crap creative writing The Krapper is Born...an introductionThe Krapper was orignially a journal kept in the bathrooms of the three authors of this blog who are: Art Boonparn, Jason Russo and Catherine Foley. We are proud to announce that The Krapper is now online. Orig...
Creative Writing: Setting Assignment
on Feb 26, 2007 in scene setting creative writing The town is full of stray dogs. Dogs rest on the porches. Dogs hide in the brambles of the leaf-scorch gardens. Dogs lick the damp potholes on the road, where shadows of the run-down houses fall. Dogs—with limp legs—drag themselves along the side...