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D. J. Reddall
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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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“So, what’s situational irony, guys?” They always look terrified or enraged when I ask them direct questions about something they’re supposed to have read. The terror I understand: they hate being “put on the spot,” as though that ought never to happen to anyone. The world should be so safe and comfortable that no one ought to ask you a serious question and expect you to muster a serious answer. You know, actual evidence that you have a thought about the matter and can clearly articulate that thought, at a minimum. If you can do so artfully, that’s ambrosia.
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
My Boruta
All of Ken’s dumb pants are brown. I have never seen him wear a pair of jeans or kakis or even a pair of shorts. Every time I have seen him, from the day I met him in the principal’s office until yesterday when he hit me—they’re always the same color. It’s one of the reasons I hate him. My Boruta is really happy about this. I think he would be disappointed if Ken got a clue and changed his style.
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Fiction
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