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I'm Not Emilio Estevez: Steak Tartare

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez. Christian Bell, fiction writer. Saturday, August 25, 2012. S goes Gordon Gekko, orders the steak tartare. He looks down at the raw egg on raw meat. He’s an imposter. This isn’t his life. He wants to vomit. N is tantalized by the idea, calls around town. Nowhere. One place leads him to another and another. Other odd foods. Craving exotic, he heads off, never to return. Gordon Gekko, freed from prison, orders the steak tartare. He looks down at the meal and smiles. Greed is ...Catat...

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez: Walnuts

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez. Christian Bell, fiction writer. Tuesday, August 28, 2012. Said E. Yeah, said R, the parties, the hearty food and drink, the music, the crowds of people. Where are they now? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A writer who lives near Baltimore, Maryland. An amateur in the world of beer. View my complete profile. Collections Within This Blog. Danny Casolaro: 64 Stories. Avocado @ JMWW Quarterly. Budapest @ Tattoo Highway. Catatonia @ The Bicycle Review. Fata Morgana 2 @ Six Sentences.

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez: April 2011

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez. Christian Bell, fiction writer. Friday, April 22, 2011. Links to this post. Friday, April 15, 2011. In the rearview mirror you see children in white dresses and miniature tuxedos dancing and twirling and laughing at a wedding reception the carefree revolutions of youth, the grownups move in slower smaller circles, closer together, holding hands, eyes more contemplative and brimming with the sadness of passage. Then you are on the tip of one foot. Then you turn. The chairs ...Links...

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez: August 2012

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez. Christian Bell, fiction writer. Friday, August 31, 2012. One night an expressway onramp was blocked by police. We moved closer to see. An overturned car on a curve. Sheet draped over body, a puddle of red on the ground. Real. The cop looked up, said, you want to see death? We ran away. The next day we scanned the papers and tv for mention of it. Nothing. No history. I pull back from my corpse, who blinks an irritated eye. Someday we’ll get it right. Links to this post. L, a gun to...

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez: The End, Again, and a New Adventure

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez. Christian Bell, fiction writer. Monday, September 24, 2012. The End, Again, and a New Adventure. I’m Not Emilio Estevez has come to an end, again. I’ll leave the site up, along with Thinly Sliced Raw Fish. Comments will be turned to moderation to prevent spam that seems to find it’s way to defunct sites, so feel free to leave a comment and I’ll approve if it’s not junk. Though I’m quitting this blog, I’m starting another one with a different purpose: A Specific Gravity.

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Short Stories and other writing interests | Page 2

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Short Stories and other writing interests. Growing Up Jersey Style. Let The Good Times Roll. New York Times Top 10 Fiction For ebooks. Stories with a twist. Indie Authors (more on Smashwords). August 22, 2013. August 22, 2013. If you would like to take advantage of the free download, you can find the book here: https:/ www.smashwords.com/books/view/348392. The coupon code is CL92G I would appreciate a review if you find the book appealing. August 20, 2013. August 3, 2013. August 3, 2013. I was recently a...

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez: What's the Point?

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez. Christian Bell, fiction writer. Wednesday, September 19, 2012. One of the challenges I had with this blog was, what’s the purpose of it? Should it be to post thoughts about writing fiction, or to post my flash fiction, or to comment on other works or ideas out there, or something else? Has long been a struggle of mine with this blog. September 23, 2012 at 1:50 AM. Three cheers from Berlin! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Collections Within This Blog.

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez: Ribeye

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez. Christian Bell, fiction writer. Tuesday, September 4, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A writer who lives near Baltimore, Maryland. An amateur in the world of beer. View my complete profile. Collections Within This Blog. Danny Casolaro: 64 Stories. Avocado @ JMWW Quarterly. Budapest @ Tattoo Highway. Catatonia @ The Bicycle Review. Fata Morgana 2 @ Six Sentences. Gingerbread @ why vandalism? San Pedro de Macoris @ flashquake. Sashimi @ SmokeLong Quarterly.

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez: September 2012

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez. Christian Bell, fiction writer. Monday, September 24, 2012. The End, Again, and a New Adventure. I’m Not Emilio Estevez has come to an end, again. I’ll leave the site up, along with Thinly Sliced Raw Fish. Comments will be turned to moderation to prevent spam that seems to find it’s way to defunct sites, so feel free to leave a comment and I’ll approve if it’s not junk. Though I’m quitting this blog, I’m starting another one with a different purpose: A Specific Gravity. I'm Not Em...

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez: Ketchup

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I'm Not Emilio Estevez. Christian Bell, fiction writer. Friday, August 31, 2012. One night an expressway onramp was blocked by police. We moved closer to see. An overturned car on a curve. Sheet draped over body, a puddle of red on the ground. Real. The cop looked up, said, you want to see death? We ran away. The next day we scanned the papers and tv for mention of it. Nothing. No history. I pull back from my corpse, who blinks an irritated eye. Someday we’ll get it right. View my complete profile.