This February, EMP Collective celebrates the art of short-form narrative. Using a minimum of words and images to evoke a much larger and more complicated world, nowhere is it clearer how much fiction can do with mere suggestion than in …
Let’s take a look at some of our very own EMP-er’s resolutions, shall we!
My resolution is nothing. I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
I resolve to start smoking so I can quit again. Wayta go MAGGIE! I’m at a pack a day!
Достать чернил и плакать!Писать о феврале навзрыд, Пока грохочущая слякотьВесною черною горит. Достать пролетку. За шесть гривен,Чрез благовест, чрез клик колес,Перенестись туда, где ливеньЕще шумней чернил и слез.Где, как обугленные груши,Сдеревьев тысячи грачей Сорвутся в лужи и обрушат Сухую грусть на дно очей. Под ней проталины чернеют, И ветер криками изрыт, И чем случайней, тем вер.
OK. My resolutions. They’re not too demented, but, here ya go…
Go to graduate school so that I can continue to dodge the possibility of getting a real job doing something I hate.
Oh, yea, get a real job in my field. I’m not really sure what that would be. Something with a lot of vacation time would be ideal.
Move to the same city that my girlfriend lives in, and then not destroy our relationship through insecurity and uncontrolable neurosese.
Stop smoking because I’m pretty sure those weird “panic attacks” where my heart rate goes a million miles an hour for no reason are some how connected to my nicotine addiction.Get totally fuckin ripped.
Learn Spanish. I mean, we should all probably do that.
I resolve to stop making New Year’s resolutions that are unrealistic
and inachievable. Also, I resolve to have a biopic on the life ofDavid Allan Coe starring Danny McBride as Coe in the can by December31, 2011.
Ugh. I don’t really ‘do’ resolutions. why start now?
I guess I would like to be more creative with meat.
Brad Leroy Cartwright
Shall not knowingly stay or be within 500 feet of nursing homes, retirement communities and/or all aquatic aerobic classes.
Never make promises
Rachel Inez Lane
Mine? To smoke more . A whole lot more. Oh, and to get a G-D book contract. And to get my fish back from my ex! God speed, Big Business. God Speed.