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Bradford Windley

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A Contest, of Sorts

“What did you say?” “Well, what I said precisely is not so important as that you understood I was in disagreement.” “Repeat it,” “Repeat what?” “What you said to me.” “What would that accomplish?” “Do we need to take this outside?” “I suppose we could, but to what end? Violence perhaps? What would that prove? […]Read Post ›

THIS IS NOT A STORY

THIS IS NOT A STORY. I do not think I can emphasize this enough. To the reader who has come seeking a story, I am sorry that I can offer naught but disappointment. Though, I would like to point out that in disappointing you I am fulfilling familial expectations that I am, in actuality, a […]Read Post ›

The “Isms”

Post-Modern(ism) had taken off her suffix and would not put it back on. “Come now, Post-Modernism,” said Didacticism, “This won’t do at all. How are people to know what you are without expressing exactly what you mean within an appropriate system of signification. The whole system will break down, they will assume you are an […]Read Post ›

 Un Vaso de Auga

Susan Stars lived alone. She was 41, white, and corpulent. Susan worked Monday through Friday at Vincent’s Hardware, spent Saturdays keeping her yard trim, and Sundays in worship. Susan was predictable, though the word she preferred was ‘dependable.’ She loved yard statues, collected them, and secretly thought her yard should win the local gardening awards. […]Read Post ›

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