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JD Paradise: March 2014
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Purveyor of Potentially Passable Prose. Friday, March 28, 2014. A Goddess All Made of Words. There's gotta be more to this story. Link to this story. Thursday, March 20, 2014. They sold us the time machine with promises that we would see the dead again. We bought the vision, and we bought the machines. They got very, very rich. But they never told us the real price wed pay. There's gotta be more to this story. Link to this story. Tuesday, March 18, 2014. Act Three When the Footlights Fade. Hey, kid, the ...
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JD Paradise: February 2014
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Purveyor of Potentially Passable Prose. Thursday, February 27, 2014. The Story of the Change. It was supposed to be the party of the year, he told them. The Children leaned forward eagerly. What is a party? When he opened his eyes again, the Children had cocked their head and were rubbing their chin, their eyes blank as they processed and shared. There's gotta be more to this story. Link to this story. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. There was an error in this gadget. I'm i...
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JD Paradise: The Sad, Strange Ghosthood of Benjamin Bray
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Purveyor of Potentially Passable Prose. Thursday, June 5, 2014. The Sad, Strange Ghosthood of Benjamin Bray. In a gray and lifeless office in a gray and lifeless town, a gray and lifeless man haunts the gray and lifeless corridors; his name is Benjamin Bray, and although he likes the taste of flan and believes strongly in hydration, he nonetheless believes he is dead. Benjamin wonders what Jeremy had seen in that last moment before his brain flickered out, and he wonders if he will finally have a friend.
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JD Paradise: Winner, Winner
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Purveyor of Potentially Passable Prose. Thursday, April 3, 2014. Win a place among the worlds' first commerical time travlers. The email said, busted words and all. No entry fee! The mail had been routed to my spam folder; there was no way it was anything other than a half-pound of horseshit. But I was tripping balls, and this was the funniest thing I'd seen in a month. I gave them a throwaway email address as a goof. Maybe I'd get a good /r/spammerbait out of it. Mr Kaddison," he says in this voice like...
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JD Paradise: A Revolution of Small Things
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Purveyor of Potentially Passable Prose. Friday, March 14, 2014. A Revolution of Small Things. It began with a toothbrush. A pearly blue Smith ProGlide, gripped in the hand of a nine-year-old boy. And climbed the stool to look out through the little window. Two policemen, red-faced in the cold. Hands on the butts of their guns, with the little leather snap unsnapped. That, Adam decided, was cool. Definitely something he'd tell Zach about at school the next day. He unlocked the door. It began with a toothb...
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JD Paradise: The Door to the Winterlands
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Purveyor of Potentially Passable Prose. Friday, January 30, 2015. The Door to the Winterlands. We were twelve," I tell Dishes. His parents named him Richard, and he went by Rich to most people, but to me he'd been Dishes since we'd gone through every one of his mother's good Corelle dinner plates that October night. Neither of us believing the crossbow actually. Jesus This is my. Dishes. How I feed my kids. You trying to get me fired? I found the Door. Really just buying time. C'mon, Matty.". What do you...
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JD Paradise: Bail House
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Purveyor of Potentially Passable Prose. Saturday, November 23, 2013. I'm the one who dared Zak to go into Bail House that night. I was twelve, and he was nine. What happened is my fault. I waited until he got up to the door. He looked back at me with his eyes wide and I made a go on. Gesture. He knocked. There was, of course, no answer. He pushed the door open. Looked back again. He didn't want to go, I could tell. I did the go on. I was outside in the cold October air. I've been there ever since. Someti...
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JD Paradise: January 2015
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Purveyor of Potentially Passable Prose. Friday, January 30, 2015. The Door to the Winterlands. We were twelve, I tell Dishes. His parents named him Richard, and he went by Rich to most people, but to me hed been Dishes since wed gone through every one of his mothers good Corelle dinner plates that October night. Neither of us believing the crossbow actually . Jesus This is my . Dishes. How I feed my kids. You trying to get me fired? I found the Door. There's gotta be more to this story. Link to this story.
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JD Paradise: Act Three When the Footlights Fade
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Purveyor of Potentially Passable Prose. Tuesday, March 18, 2014. Act Three When the Footlights Fade. On a warm September day, in the full sunlight of bright afternoon, Millie Rennart was enjoying a mid-afternoon walk with no timecard to punch when she was accosted in the middle of the Main Street crosswalk by a man with shaking hands and a set of teeth too regular and too white to be anything but false. You," he snarled in a low voice like rust and dark spaces. I'm sorry," Millie said, looking between th...
