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StoryShop: March 2005
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Tuesday, March 29, 2005. One morning, after a night of uneasy dreams, Terrence Kletke woke up to find his wife transformed into a giant insect. There she was, lying there, with a great number of little legs twitching uselessly. She must have been awake for a while because she was very frustrated with him indeed. Oh, you’ve woken up finally! She ordered Terrence to call Maria their househelp and get her over immediately. Maria was not the dress designer the designer was far too busy and important to c...
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StoryShop: August 2007
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Wednesday, August 01, 2007. Why am I here? Ron asked himself as he stood and looked at the bungalow before him. To describe the bungalow as nondescript would have been to waste breath on describing it at all. It was in a north end Edmonton neighbourhood and Ron did not like the north end. It was also at the end of a very long bus ride. Why am I here? Ron asked again. Then he answered his own question. I’m here because I’ve got no fucking choice. Those are your first customers! And lo, it was! He gripped ...
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StoryShop: September 2005
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Thursday, September 29, 2005. The Start of a Journey. This is a bit of a work in progress, I think. I'm not sure. I am still thinking I might follow it up with something additional. or not. Who knows? Where are you going? I’m dropping somebody off, I lied. They’re flying with Air Canada. You’re in the wrong lane. This is commercial vehicles only. You have to reverse and go in the left lane instead. I’ve run out of gas. For a few seconds, maybe even a minute, I am sitting there with a racing heart, feelin...
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StoryShop: May 2005
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Wednesday, May 04, 2005. Postcard Story V: Learning to Lie. She was at the end of the landing. The door to the bathroom was open. Her back was to him. She was kneeling on the floor. There was an overturned bottle of cleaner at her knees. Her body was trembling slightly. He continued his approach. Suddenly, there was another creak this one much louder than the first. It was like a thunderclap. Christ you scared me. Her eyes were red. Nothing, she said. You were crying, he insisted. View my complete profile.
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StoryShop: April 2005
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Friday, April 08, 2005. Postcard Story IV: Dead Women. No one would have given two shits about those whores unless I killed them. Posted by Laurence Miall at 9:42 AM. Thursday, April 07, 2005. You are a woman So much more than a girl. Do you understand? But I arrived feeling giddy as a ten year-old. I stepped out onto the cement. You were not there. I was convinced you would be there. Where are you? I sit on the bench and the crowd moves past me. I return to my book. Suddenly there are voices. Oooh, Mr&#...
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StoryShop: October 2007
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Friday, October 12, 2007. The Destroyed Room - Second Draft. The train decelerated quickly and Mervin stood up and the doors opened; the platform rolled to a stop. A flight of stairs, an escalator, turnstiles, another escalator, and at last, sunlight. He looked behind him. No, the woman with the scarf was not among his fellow passengers. To his surprise, when he arrived at his apartment building, the landlord was on the front step and stood up immediately, as if he had been waiting. Did you ‘av insurance?
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StoryShop: October 2005
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Thursday, October 06, 2005. A woman of thirty-some years is walking into a music store for the first time in a decade. She is wearing high heels. She is on an hour lunch break. Why did she not come in here before? How ridiculous to be so anxious. How absurd. She a woman of thirty-some years of. Experience, a professional job, eight years of schooling in the United States to become an optometrist, an ex-husband, a new condo downtown, a trip to Egypt. Let’s not forget that she has been to. She is a little ...