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By the Café

The following is an excerpt from a forthcoming novel by Amérique Nakamura

In the lobby of the old hotel was a fountain. Within it was a stone face. The face was the face of a young child, a girl, scrunched in concern of some very serious thought, surely. Her hair was tied on each side in braids and fell gently, though stone, atop each almost-bare shoulder as she wore a light sundress. She sat on her little island as if on the edge of something and about to fall in but in that something there was nothing—the water wouldn’t flow from the fountain until closer to the evening and it was only close to close to evening. He knew this. From where he sat in the hotel café he could see the fountain in the hotel lobby. The girl was but one part of a much grander design but ideology prevented him from seeing past the individual. He looked at the face long enough until it seemed to reflect him rather than some pale imitation.

He sipped his coffee. He asked it without cream. We’re all out of cream, they said, all we have is milk. He got it without milk.

He was nearly done until she arrived and took the seat opposite him. He looked from her stone face to her stone face.

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warning:

Don’t write poetry
just write poetically
and if you try to
I’ll fucking kill you!

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Anti-novel

Alright, so I was going to write a short story in my usual style, you know, quick setup of a scenario or situation, two or three characters, then let the dialogue carry it through. As much as I love dialogue, I don’t want to get too rigid or worse, stale, so I’m trying this approach, since there’s something I’m trying to get at. I’ll write a short story about the short story I was going to write.

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What a Little Bit of Rain Can Do

Title: What a Little Bit of Rain Can Do
Credit: written by
Author: Holly Verrit

The characters:
Julie – Asian, late twenties, Jim’s wife
Jim – White, mid-thirties, Julie’s husband
Waiter – A waiter

The scene:
Mario’s, a local Italian place.

The time:
This short one act play takes place closer to noon.

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short indigo love story

Right outside a public library, evening. Nancy standing by the entrance. Michael rushed out and bumped into Nancy.

“Oh.”

“Shit—”

“I’m—”

“No, that was my bad.”

Michael started to leave.

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A short break from a busy but otherwise pleasurable day

“I just want my cup of coffee.”

Three steps out of the firm’s office–already he was interrupted.

“Harvey–I was just in the area and I wanted to hear your thoughts on the–”

“Bullshit you were in the area, Ronnie. I saw you jump the second you saw me. You were waiting for me.”

“Be that as it may–”

“Fuck you.”

Harvey walked off. Ronnie chased after him.

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Vivre dangereusement… jusqu’au bout!

a parody of advertisement, written by Amérique Nakamura

He looked out the window. He saw up to the horizon. He cursed under his breath.

“Shit. Shit.”

Belmondo rushed out the room to the hall down the steps and into the kitchen and to Mrs. Franz.

She sat at the kitchen table. Legs crossed across the dusty surface. Feet up. Book in her hands.

Belmondo breathed heavy and said, “Mrs. Franz.”

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A translated excerpt of a play by Amérique Nakamura

The Fucking Consequences of Your Health and Salvation!

THE CHARACTERS

Anna Wang: A woman in her late thirties. Anarchist.

Marciel Karina: Her lawyer.

THE SCENE

The following excerpt from ACT ONE takes place in an interrogation room.

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原宿ブルース 1998BOOTLEG

–PREVUES OF COMING ATTRACTIONS–

The image fuzzy–warm and blurry with the edges bleeding. The sound warped. Cult-classic foreign flick Harajuku Blues on VHS. Subtitles provided.

–TAPE HICCUPS AND SKIP SKIP SKIPS–

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L’HUMOUR NOIR

The following is a translated, unpublished submission to the July 1977 edition of the French literary magazine La Crime. It’s author, Amérique Nakamura, is in hiding and wanted for crimes against the state, such as bombmaking and reading.