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AGE: 31
LOC: Westminster, MD
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 09

     I’m G. Arthur Brown. Though I currently have no published works to speak of, I remain an avid writer none the less.  

     My interests, and thus my writing, typically fall in the arena of slipstream, magic realism, “Twilight Zone” or weird tales.

     Once, I met a man with no arms and legs.  I said, “Hey, mister. What’s it like to be a man with no arms and legs?”

     He just smiled kind of sadly and said, “It’s not so bad. I just wish I had… some arms and legs.”

     Crazy thing is: turns out his arms and legs were just behind the dumpster. His sister set them out there when she was cleaning up and forgot to bring them back inside. So, of course, the rats had been at them.  

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Flash Fiction / The Voice in His Veins
Version 1
8 Reviews   11 Comments
     He sat there with his caricature of a dinner resting on his belly, eyes fixed on a beer commercial, mind blank but for a vague notion of hunger and thirst for a brew. The flickering on the screen barley reminded him that he was conscious. His microwaved steak begged to be eaten, mustering all its olfactory influence.      "You gotta kill 'em."      He perked up and looked around his trailer, eying piles of mud stained ...
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Short Story / What Cat Tastes Like
Version 1
6 Reviews   17 Comments
     Sherman sprinted from his bedroom and down the flight of stairs, the blood causing his t-shirt to cling to his chest and stomach. He could feel it, warm and sticky like pancake syrup as it soaked deeper into the fabric, attempting to envelope him completely. He rushed through the foyer and grabbed his leather jacket, then put it on for what little camouflage it would offer him in the city streets. He had to fight the tattle-tale blood. There was still something left t...
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Short Story / A Proper Burial
Version 1
3 Reviews   3 Comments
      "I have come, sir, because I wish to earn the right of burial." Archie, seated in the faded leather chair that the interviewer had instructed him to sit in, focused his steely gaze, locked on the bureaucrat who would be deciding his fate. The white noise of broken broadcasts gave the room a fuzzy atmosphere.  Archie stroked his short, fair hair, trying to plaster it behind his ear as he waited for a sign of acknowledgment.     ...
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Short Story / Culprit and Victim
Version 1
4 Reviews   15 Comments
The streets were full of filth of the common sort and the mid-afternoon air carried with it a day-old reminder of what New York's inhabitants had eaten. Street urchins ran swiftly home, eagerly exchanging bits of doggerel gathered during their truant excursions. His carriage having borne him and his companion from the countryside, George Hig was delighted to be back in town after an extended holiday. He stepped out of the carriage and set his foot right into a small puddle of blackened water,...
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Flash Fiction / Sarah's Mole
Technical comments: "A well-marked path led to the garden that took up a fourth of the yard." This should be a which clause, unless there are other gardens we could be confusing with the one that's 1/4 of the yard. "where the carrot in question had been pulled from." Reword to avoid ending the sentence with a preposition. "Tiny blind eyes rooted" Eyes cannot root. "...smiled broadly underneath knowing that... " Very confusing structure. Style: "She used the garden hose to give the pot a rinse...
100.0% Review Quality (2 Votes)
Short Story / The Memory Bloom Horror
"...the late night of October, 31st..." A little unclear. "... late in the night of October,..." It would even clearer if you just gave a time. "perilous trek" Here this sounds a bit pretensions. It was a dangerous trip, right? Perilous trek adds nothing to our understanding, merely puffs up the diction a notch. "the horrific transgressions that ultimately... Apologies, but I’ve gotten ahead of myself..." Okay, I see what you are going for here. Lovecraftian weird tale style narrative. Howeve...
100.0% Review Quality (2 Votes)
Flash Fiction / Midnight Love
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Flash Fiction / The Picnic
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Flash Fiction / Punch Drunk Violent Romance
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