Friday, March 07, 2008
One Of The Best Books You'll Ever Get To Read Part XVIII
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
An alternate ending (in italics) to Neil Gaiman's
Babycakes:
With the animals gone, what else could we do?
Some people complained, of course. But then, they always do.
And everything went back to normal.
But then the animals came back. All of them. Dogs, cats, cows, birds, bears, snakes, fishes, lizards. All of them.There was something different about them. They don’t scratch themselves. They looked clean. They don’t bark, purr, howl, hiss, croak or play chase. They made noises to each other as if they were saying things among themselves. And they walked upright. They stared at us humans all day. They pointed at us with their paws, hooves and claws.We didn’t know what to do. A few of us locked ourselves inside our houses. Some of us shut our windows to avoid their stares. Many called the local veterinarian to do something. Anything. Others got out with their shotguns to get rid of them beasts. They shot at the animals and burned their carcasses. They trampled on the little ones and built fences to ward off the large ones.But the animals kept staring.Autumn came. Golden leaves fell to the ground. Northern winds breathed a cold gale. The mist and fog pervaded the air.Then the first of us began to disappear.- END -
This piece originally appeared in Paperbag Origami as a creative writing exercise.
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Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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Monday, January 28, 2008
Wish Us Luck, I Am Paperbag
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
My God. He can sing. He can really sing. Nifty.
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Monday, January 07, 2008
Tears on the sleeve of a man.
I don't wanna be a boy today.
I heard the eternal footman.
He bought himself a bike to race.
Still I wrote you letters
And burned you CDs.
You were always amazing these past year.
Now hold on to something,
Be strong as you can.
Here's hoping for a pretty good year.
Let there be a bright sandy beach
That will bring you back.
Maybe soon, not so far off,
We're gonna see the world.
Well, let me show you the world.
Here's hoping for a pretty good year.
My heart is crying now.
Well, what's it gonna take
To make my baby alright?
And I'll go on writing letters with my acrostic pen.
Can't you tell it's you I'm missing?
You are so pretty,
The angels agreed.
Still, hoping for a pretty good year.
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Wednesday, January 02, 2008
One Of The Best Books You'll Ever Get To Read Part XVII
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Monday, December 17, 2007
I Am Paperbag Is Relieved
McEwan fans need not worry too much. The movie adaptation of
Atonement doesn't suck.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007
One Of The Best Books You'll Ever Get To Read Part XVI
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Monday, December 03, 2007
I Am Paperbag Salutes, Entry VIII
A not-so-long time ago, I featured
Diablo Cody in
They're So Not Paperbag: The Greatest Blogs In Planet Earth (see right side of blog). Now I hear that she's written a screenplay for an upcoming movie called
Juno. Further proof that bloggers can make it in Hollywood. Nifty.
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