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Shirley Jackson

Shirley Jackson

Harrison Bergeron French Translation from Avice Robitaille. Hindi Translation by Ashwin.Urdu Translation by RealMSRussian translation THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else.

outskirts I Am a Zombie Filled With Love - by Isaac Marion By Isaac Marion I am a zombie, and it's not so bad. I'm learning to live with it. Before I became a zombie, I think I was a businessman or young professional of some kind. We like to joke and speculate about our remaining outfits, since these final fashion choices are usually the only indication of who we were before we became no-one. You were a plumber. It usually doesn't. No one I know has any specific memories. There are a few hundred of us living in a wide plain of dust outside some large city. But it makes me sad that we've forgotten our names. Today a group of us are going into town to find some food. The city where the people live is not that far. I guess the world has mostly ended, because the cities we wander through are decaying as fast as we are. In a cluster of broken down apartment buildings we find some people, and we eat them. Eating is not a pleasant business. But of course I don't leave enough. I don't know why we have to eat people. I like her. I can read her name. End

-Home- - Almond Press THE MACHINE STOPS ... E.M. Forster Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of a bee. It is lighted neither by window nor by lamp, yet it is filled with a soft radiance. There are no apertures for ventilation, yet the air is fresh. There are no musical instruments, and yet, at the moment that my meditation opens, this room is throbbing with melodious sounds. An armchair is in the centre, by its side a reading-desk-that is all the furniture. And in the armchair there sits a swaddled lump of flesh-a woman, about five feet high, with a face as white as a fungus. An electric bell rang. The woman touched a switch and the music was silent. "I suppose I must see who it is", she thought, and set her chair in motion. "Who is it?" But when she listened into the receiver, her white face wrinkled into smiles, and she said: "Very well. She touched the isolation knob, so that no one else could speak to her. "Be quick!" "Kuno, how slow you are." He smiled gravely. "I really believe you enjoy dawdling." "Well?"

5 Steps to Write a Short Story How do you write a short story? How is writing a short story different than writing a novel? These are tough questions to answer because there are as many types of short stories as there are types of novels. Still, if you want to write a short story, here are five steps to help you get started: Before you write your short story, make sure you sharpen your pencil. 1. Real writers read, and as Stephen King said, “If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have time to write.” If you’ve never read a short story, you’re going to have a difficult time writing one. To find a few good short stories in your favorite genre, check out our free resource, 44 Literary Magazines to Submit To. 2. Before you begin writing, try a screenwriting trick known as loglines. Logline: A lonely, Southern woman is found dead and decaying in her home after being abandoned by her lover. This will help you understand what your story is about. 3. Instead, just write. 4. All good writing is rewriting. 5.

The Necklace by Guy de Maupassant The Necklace She was one of those pretty and charming girls born, as though fate had blundered over her, into a family of artisans. She had no marriage portion, no expectations, no means of getting known, understood, loved, and wedded by a man of wealth and distinction; and she let herself be married off to a little clerk in the Ministry of Education. Her tastes were simple because she had never been able to afford any other, but she was as unhappy as though she had married beneath her; for women have no caste or class, their beauty, grace, and charm serving them for birth or family, their natural delicacy, their instinctive elegance, their nimbleness of wit, are their only mark of rank, and put the slum girl on a level with the highest lady in the land. She suffered endlessly, feeling herself born for every delicacy and luxury. She had no clothes, no jewels, nothing. One evening her husband came home with an exultant air, holding a large envelope in his hand. "Nothing. "That's true.

A Good Man is Hard to Find The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennes- see and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey's mind. Bailey was the son she lived with, her only boy. He was sitting on the edge of his chair at the table, bent over the orange sports section of the Journal. "Now look here, Bailey," she said, "see here, read this," and she stood with one hand on her thin hip and the other rattling the newspaper at his bald head. "Here this fellow that calls himself The Misfit is aloose from the Federal Pen and headed toward Florida and you read here what it says he did to these people. Bailey didn't look up from his reading so she wheeled around then and faced the children's mother, a young woman in slacks, whose face was as broad and innocent as a cabbage and was tied around with a green head-kerchief that had two points on the top like rabbit's ears. "Yes and what would you do if this fellow, The Misfit, caught you?" "Hey!" "Hush!"

7 Steps to Creating a Flexible Outline for Any Story Mention the word outline in a room full of writers, and you’re sure to ignite a firestorm of passionate debate. Writers either love outlines, or they hate them. We either find them liberating, or we can’t stand how confining they are. My experience has been that more often than not, those who swear they dislike outlines are thinking of them in the wrong ways. Outlines are not meant to trap you into preset ideas or sap your creativity before you start the first draft. Outlines are also definitely not meant to be lifeless Roman-numeral lists. This guest post is by K.M. To imbue your writing with the full power of outlining, you need to approach the process from a mindset of flexibility and discovery. At their best, outlines can help you flesh out your most promising story ideas, avoid dead-end plot twists and pursue proper structure. [Learn important writing lessons from these first-time novelists.] 1. Your premise is the basic idea for your story. • Who is the protagonist? 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

Zoetrope: All-Story: Current Issue As a special online supplement to the Winter 2014/2015 issue, the editors present the prizewinning story from the 2014 Zoetrope: All-Story Short Fiction Contest. And there it was—the cross. One blue line meant no baby. Riaan sat slumped at the kitchen table, covered in yellow pollen dust. They awoke to a commotion in the kitchen. Estelle mixed the sticky rusk dough with her hands, as her grandmother had taught her to do. The afternoon was sunny but the children played inside, comforting the remaining kittens. Estelle handed Riaan his coffee. That night, she dreamed she was hungry and walked into the kitchen. At breakfast he told the boys that someone had called for the kittens, that they had found a good home.

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