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Selecting Ourselves

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    Cover of soft bound version of A Perfect Blindness by W Lance Hunt

    A Perfect Blindness: A Gritty Rock'n'Roll Tale

    “Littered with cigarette butts, vodka bottles, and a dead body, A Perfect Blindness is a grunge rock fantasy[,] an escape story ideal for those who still live out their rock star dreams whenever they close their eyes.” —Clarion Review “smartly written and sharply atmospheric— a worthy […] addition to the literature of rock ‘n’ roll’s […]

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    Busy with Fun and Not Fun Stuff

    by wlancehunt in Books, fantasy, Personal Narrative, productivity, resilience, Writing Now

    Lots of potential here: the parallels between narcotic use and necromancy are interesting, the language is often Chandler-esque in a good way, and it delves into some interesting psychological territory.

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    My Small Story

    by wlancehunt in Personal Narrative

    On the street, we walk, the survivors. Along side us are the workers of the fish market, in boots, jeans, t-shirts, aprons. I ask where the ferry is.
    “Back in hell. Just turn around, and hang a left in the middle of hell.”

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    Too Early in the Morning for an Epiphany

    by wlancehunt in Books, fantasy, Personal Narrative, Self Publishing, Writing Now

    Since that spill, I’ve borne a grudge against the sinister presence that created “right” ways. That enforced its rules whimsically, letting me do it my way much of the time. Tricking me other times. Sometimes even punishing me with a broken glass or painful scrape.

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