Posts Tagged ‘Novella’

  • Trailing Behind Her Like Pixie Dust

    October 10th, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | No Comments

    Buy me, motherfucker! (Please.) He was not injured seriously — a hairline fracture in his left wrist and a mild concussion from the fall — but in the hospital, he developed a lung infection, which then turned into pleurisy. The doctors therefore kept him. They swathed his whole midsection in a thin and foam-like pre-wrap […]

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  • Indian Privilege and the American Dream

    April 23rd, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    The American Dream is a dream of aspiration. It is a story of striving. But it is more: It is a dream of breaking away from the pack. The American Dream is the freedom of each person, regardless of race, sex, sexual orientation, color, class or creed, free to pursue her or his own life […]

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  • “Another Form of Collective-Tribalism — Of The Most Barbaric Kind”

    April 22nd, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    The Indian who visited Kristy at his work was tall and thin and handsome. He had very white teeth and a kind smile. He was middle-aged, clean-shaven. His polished shoes gleamed like obsidian. He wore a black suit-jacket and a navy-blue necktie, his thick hair cut high-and-tight. “You’re Native,” the man said. “Yes,” Kristy said. […]

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  • Breaking Away from the Pack: a Philosophical Story about Human Striving

    April 15th, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    On a lovely spring day in Southern California,2009, a young man with blue-black hair and dark skin arrived late and winded at the starting area of a much-anticipated track race. A small breeze blew down from the north and a whisper of lilac laced the currents. The young man was of Navajo stock. He had […]

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  • Gap-Toothed Girl

    October 5th, 2016 | Writing | journalpulp | 2 Comments

      Chapter 1   Tournament night in a sweltering Las Vegas stadium, and the girl with the gap-toothed smile stood bleeding in her ballet slippers. The sodium lights of the arena lay upcast on the low-hanging sky above. There was an electrical charge in the air: a crackling undercurrent that came neither from the lights […]

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