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Selecting Ourselves

includes short stories and excerpts of longer works, both old and new.

 

 

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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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    W. Lance Hunt, Wife Karina and 6 year old son Max.

    Out of the Blue: A Tale of Perseverance Part Two

    by wlancehunt in 9-11, Personal Narrative, resilience

    When the world turns upside down in an instant, where do you go from there?

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    A Tale of Perseverance Part One

    by wlancehunt in 9-11, Personal Narrative, psychology, resilience

    This past year has been full of bad and then worse news, and to balance this onslaught, I want to bring back a story of survival: a year after 9-11 in NYC. We survived that. We will make it through this. (Adapted from, vol 26 The OHIO STATE Alumni Magazine, September 2002) After “the Event” A […]

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    My Small Story

    by wlancehunt in 9-11, 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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