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Vengeance is Mine
The writing process is a long and hard one. If at first you don’t succeed…find an inspirational arachnid. Graeme Hunter joins Talking Soup with a tale of rejection, acceptance, and joyful vengeance.
I Hate Bedbugs
In her latest rant from across the pond, Stacey Orth describes how bedbugs have driven her to the brink of complete despair.
Cheap cotton tank top stuck under my armpits, the summer heat was making us light extra candles and pray for extra $5 donations. I was cheap and stuck at Saint Joseph Oratory under Mary’s smile and she gazed at her feet and I felt her son didn’t really save me. You had sad eyes and your hair was the best thing in the heat.
Treading the Boards
For a moment, I actually consider telling him that it’s bad form to dress up too much for a part. Then I imagine the horror on the faces of the auditioning panel as they stare at this fucked-up embodiment of a child’s nightmare. Goulée takes my hand and pulls me close to him. There’s a reek off him of booze and Tiger Balm. “Hey,” he says. “Do you know where I can find some Asian prostitutes?”
Under the Sounds of Bullets
Sara Swaidek travels back home to Tripoli, Libya. The hope of finding peace is far off as she tries to sleep under the sounds of bullets.