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I have 1277 stories published in 10 collections on the site.
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Sean Lawlor Nelson

American; 40; divorced with 3 kids; I've lived in Sweden and Thailand; and have devoted 40 years to the literary endeavor. I've been a part of this literary community forever; and won many cherry awards from our eminent editors. Thanks to my fellow literati in this community.

My stories

This Fine Art

as monotonous as knitting, as melancholy as piano, as treacherous as fencing, as solitary as painting, as ferocious as poetry, as chilling as the bull-fight, as uplifting as gardening, as erotic as sculpture,

Just Me Aping Wisdom

The recent finding that all of the great apes are in extreme danger of extinction should cause all of humanity to stop and really think about the paths we've chosen and where they're leading. If the world were a wheat farm, modern humans could best be likened to locusts, everywhere sucking up the wild life and replacing it with hungry young hoppers. But unlike in the case of the locust, there are no nearby wheat farms to continue our lifestyle on.

8/30/05

I still have ten fingers, ten toes, and enough coordination to type this. I have a can of Coke in the freezer and I'm waiting for it to cool off. I'm considering going to teach kids English in South Korea. I don't even know what age kids I'd be teaching and I'm not sure I can picture myself actually carrying it out. But whatever I do now, it'll be hacking it. My mom's mid-twenties room-mate is in the kitchen making a vegetable smoothie; My mom and her have been on a five-day fast, all the while living hectic, modern lives. They've been taking all these pills, too. It seems to me that if one is going to fast, one should be in a situation where she can do only a moderate amount of work.

mid August 05

This is my first journal entry in quite some time. I accepted a job writing real estate ads for TV. I trained for two weeks in my hometown of Klamath Falls. Then I moved to Portland, a much larger city in our state. I arranged to stay for nearly free at the home of my dad's best college friend, Rich. I would get up early in the morning and walk about 1 1/2 miles. Then I would take a long bus ride downtown. At the job, I would write these narrow-minded real estate ads. Now and again, there was an opportunity for creativity, sometimes cynical but sometimes genuine. There were some factors that displeased me about the job; they often expected me to work over 8 hours a day. Perhaps worst of all, they had me voicing half of my own scripts. Admittedly, I originally volunteered to do this out of vanity. But the way I speak is far from enunciated and it soon became an unwanted responsibility, one which I couldn't withdraw from. So I quit the job; I simply walked out at my lunch hour. Some of the people at the job were decent people and this left them in the lurch.

apple

though the serpents hiss and the Gods hurl bits of hell I'll eat this apple

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