Stuck on Record

A place for screen grabs, videos, short stories, poetry, pictures and such.

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Book Covers: To Kill a Mockingbird

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PUBLISHED WORK

"A Cigarette's Worth": At Word Riot

"In the Absence of Extras" (Edited):
At No-Record.com

"Sheena" (they changed it to "Loss and the Things that Make a Man":
At Commonties

"Sheena":
At Word Riot

"Between Sharp Toots":
At Ascent Aspirations

"In the Absence of Extras":
At Ascent Aspirations

"Paranoia Gave the World to the Birds":
At Ascent Aspirations

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Ryan Commins
When I was a little boy I saw a lizard sitting atop a tree stump. He had a webby mane around his neck and long claws. Later, I found it in an animal book and pointed it out to my parents. The book said the lizard was indigenous to Australia. No one has ever believed me, but when we locked eyes and he hissed, shuddering his mane, I ran screaming back to the tent in search of my Mother's warm enveloping arms.
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