

19971997 - Gary Catalano Submission1997
Hong Kong. The teeming extension of China, merely part of the north in spirit, yet the spirit runs deep without consideration for the ruthless, extraneous constraints of political borders. Night was imminent, announced by a blinding crimson sun piercing an enormous, jagged, fragmented wall of clouds in the west harshly defined streaks of energy about to plunge over the horizon, refusing to let this part of the world forget the light. Shortly darkness would spread across the sky, but not below. Below, on the immense field of black tarmac of Kai-tak airport, just to the north of Kowloon, power


As you like it #1. InfancyAs you like it
The Lines: At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurses arms.
The Examination: One can safely assume that in the foreseeable future infants are still going to be puking. However, the typical family can no longer afford a full-time nursemaid and the children end up in a day-care centre somewhere, sitting in front of a TV the whole day.
The Amendment: At first the infant, Mewling and puking in front of The Wiggles.
#2.Childhood
The Lines: Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel And shining morn


ToreadorToreador - Naeman GoetzToreador
The rising sun was casting a symphony of purples and crimson over the tiered walls of the stadium; the cheering of the crowd had reached the point it always did, mere background noise. Through it, he could hear every sound made by his opponent, every snort, every step, every drop of blood that hit the dust from its plethora of minor wounds. It wandered, blinded by bloodlust no doubt, lurking around at the opposite end of the huge arena. The ring's sole other occupant stood stock still, his appearance made heroic by his ceremonial garb. A barbed mulletta spear was held in his right hand, loosely, barbed tip
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