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What do I have in common with the Jews? I don't even have anything in common with myself. Nothing could better express the essence of Franz Kafka, a man described by his friends as living behind a glass wall. Kafka wrote in the tradition of the great Yiddish storytellers, whose stock-in-trade was bizarre fantasy tainted with hilarity and self-abasement. 

Publisher Name

Fantagraphics Books

Author Name

ROBERT CRUMB & DAVID ZANE MAIROWITZ

Format

Audio

Bisac Subject Major

CGN

Language

NG

Isbn 10

1560978066

Isbn 13

9781560978060

Target Age Group

min:NA, max:NA

Dimensions

00.85" H x 20.07" L x 10.00" W

Page Count

176

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[litfiction]

oneshot stolen charger 🪫

pairing — paige bueckers x fem!reader

content & warnings — "arguing because paige stole your charger" , only playful arguing!

word count: 1k , notes @ the end (something fun!)

“Has anyone seen my charger?” You walked into your living room where some of your and Paige’s friends were gathered. Most people shook their heads no, some replying out loud. You sighed. Your phone was down to 5% and starting to lag.

You had felt around for it on your bed when the 20% battery warning popped up in the middle of watching your show but left it when you couldn’t find it. 20% was okay for now. When you got the 10% warning you felt around more thoroughly, even checking under your bed thinking maybe it had fallen when you moved around to get comfortable.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t there. Frustration started to set in when you searched all over your room to no avail, your phone battery quickly draining to 8%.

It wasn’t on your nightstand, it hadn’t been plugged into the outlet at your desk. You vividly remember taking it back to your room after charging your phone in the bathroom to let it play your music while you showered earlier.

After going out to your dorm’s common area you searched the outlets behind couches and through the clutter on the kitchen counters which showed no results. Literally where could it possibly be?

It’s not like your charger has legs and skedaddled off when you needed it.

Or maybe it’s just really good at hide and seek because now your phone was at 3% and you still have no clue where your damn charger could be. You’ve looked in all the obvious places.

Well, maybe except for one.

You quickly pace towards Paige’s door, leaning close to it to hear what she was doing inside before knocking. “Come in,” the blonde’s voice came a moment later.

You opened the door to see KK and Jana scrolling on KK’s phone. Your figure had appeared in the background and they had seen this, gesturing you over to show you off to the live.

“Hey girl! The live wants to see you,” KK smiled brightly. You momentarily forget about the search for your runaway phone charger to greet the people on KK’s live.

You squeeze between KK and Jana so that you’re all in frame before waving and saying hi quickly before turning to the girls on your sides to ask them if they’ve seen your charger.

Jana shakes her head no, followed by KK’s “Negative”.

“Seriously? I’ve been looking for like 10 minutes!” You sigh, exasperatedly.

The people in the live chat laughing at your frustration, some empathizing with your pain. You looked down and your phone was down to 1%. It was a losing battle and you’d just let it die at this point.

Doesn’t mean you don’t still need your charger.

You stand up straight from your bent position between Jana and KK, your face being cropped out of frame. Your head swivels to look at Paige and ask her if she’s seen the cord.

She’s sitting up on her bed, legs stretched out with one crossed over the other, her back against the wall. She wasn’t paying attention, her eyes glued to her phone, occasionally laughing quietly at something funny she happens to see while scrolling.

Your eyes meet her figure before flicking to what’s in her hand. Her phone, on charge, using your charger. The very thing you’ve been looking for for almost 15 minutes by this point.

“Paige!” You demand. She looks up from her phone to look at you, her expression calm but confused. “Yes?” She responds obliviously. “You stole my charger!”

She looks back down and then drags her gaze back up to you with a sheepish smile. “Give it back!” You demand again, putting your hand out for her to return your charger. She shakes her head immediately. “No! I’m using it now!” Paige retorts. You groan, “You always do this! You always steal my stuff and then refuse to give it back to me when I ask for it back!”

“Ok first of all, you didn’t ask, you demanded. Second, you can’t just wait until I’m done using it?” She questions you like she’s the one in the right. You glare at her. “I demanded it because you stole it, and no, I can’t wait this time because my phone is dead and I just wanna watch my show!”

By this point, KK and Jana (and even some people in the living room) aren’t paying attention to what they’re doing. Even the live was invested in this argument. KK was quietly snickering while Jana just watched this unfold.

“C’monnnn,” Paige whined. “Just give me 5 more minutes!”

You shook your head adamantly. “No Paige, I need my charger now.”

“How did you even get it? I had it in my room. And why? You have your own charger, Paige, do you not?” You deadpanned.

Paige just shrugs at you. “Aubrey needed a charger so I offered her mine but then I needed to charge but Aubrey wasn’t at a good enough percentage so I took yours. I just grabbed it from your nightstand while you were in the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes. Of course she had. “Ok well, time’s up! Hand it over.” She makes puppy dog eyes at you, making you roll your eyes at her again. “That hasn’t worked for you before, it won’t work now.”

She leans her head back against the wall and sighs before unplugging the base of your charger from her wall and crawling on her bed towards where you stood at the edge of it to place the cord in your outstretched hand.

You shoot her a sarcastic smile before thanking her and walking back out to your bedroom. Finally, you can watch your show in peace.

You enter your room and head to your closet to grab your favorite sweater.

But when you open your closet doors expecting to see the fluffy bundle sitting in an organizer just at eye level, it wasn’t there.

Then you register what Paige had been lounging in.

You were too busy to notice it hanging off her shoulders. You throw your head back exasperatedly then yell towards her door. And you swear you hear her snicker with KK.

🔖 — i feel somewhat ashamed that this is the longest work i have on here.. also hi again! i haven't written in a bit because i haven't had any ideas :( my requests are open if anyone wants to send something in! anyway, this is day one of something i've decided to try! for july i'm gonna pick a prompt from a list i have and write something based on that! i didn't take the list from anywhere i just made it myself. i wanted to do this to just write more and push myself to write stuff with creative freedom since a lot of prompts are quite vague. but yeah! that's my update, sorry this so long oops. hope this was entertaining to some degree, thank you for reading!!

[postcardforenrica]

Everybody has something to speculate and wonder about, no matter how blessed their circumstances.

- Haruki Murakami from “Killing Commendatore”

[words-after-midnight]

"In Conversation" is supposed to be a flash fiction piece, and it currently sits at 955 words. *long sigh* Anyway, here's another line I like, because why not.

[lochness-tess]

[shainye60]

"Lost in a world of words and wonder today. 📖✨

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[literaryfiction]

Distorted Perceptions - Novel. See: paulathewriter.com.

[literarygeneralfiction]

Distorted Perceptions...

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[modernhistoricalfiction]

DISTORTED PERCEPTIONS...

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[litfiction]

oneshot step right up 🎡

pairing — paige bueckers x fem!reader

content & warnings — "you're losing terribly at ring toss so paige steps in" , uh not proofread.. also i hate this

word count: 728 , notes @ the end

Paige was experiencing a lot of pain right now. Her feet were sore from being on them for almost seven hours. Her shoulders hurt from carrying her bag and the many prizes you both had won. And she wouldn’t admit it so as to not dim the fun, but her head was starting to hurt from all the bright lights and loud noises of the carnival.

But if you were to ask her what the thing that hurt the most was, she’d say watching the scene right in front of her.

Said scene was of you on your fifth attempt at the ring toss, doing your best to earn enough points to bag the grand prize. You were nothing if not determined so every shortcoming was only fuel to continue but by now you were growing frustrated and Paige’s aches became harder to ignore.

Even the booth attendant let some tiredness slip in the form of a few yawns here and there.

After the last failed attempt you turn to Paige, the determination in your eyes having significantly dimmed. She lets a small laugh slip at the way you looked at her and it only makes your frown bigger. “What is so funny about this?” You narrow your eyes at her.

It only causes her to laugh more. You groan in response. “I’ve been trying for almost half an hour and I’ve lost enough money to the toss!”

The booth attendant pretended he wasn’t paying attention to your complaining. Maybe he wasn’t even pretending at this point.

Paige takes another look at your exasperation and relents. “Step aside,” she motions for you to move so she can take your place. You look at her confused but it quickly morphs into an expression of excitement. Surely her aim is better than yours.

The guy working the booth looks at Paige, questioning wordlessly if she’s gonna play. She nods and hands the guy enough cash to play yet another round of the ring toss.

He gathers the rings and presses a button that cues up fun lights and suspenseful game music. Instead of a bottle set up, it’s a moving target with pegs all over that you’re meant to aim for. The closer to the middle garners more points , thus granting a bigger prize of your choosing. It takes 50 points to earn the grand prize.

During all your attempts you’d reach 42 at most but now that Paige was playing, it looked like she’d surpass that quickly.

You and the booth guy watched in awe as she gained points so easily. It was refreshing to watch after your embarrassment of a run. Paige was locked in. Her tongue poked out of her mouth slightly and her brows furrowed to concentrate on aiming at the best spots to gather as many points as she could get.

When the buzzer signaling her time was up the backboard flashed a large, green “82”. You jumped up and down excitedly and Paige’s mouth curved into a wide smile.

The booth attendant congratulated the blonde and asked her which of the grand prizes she wanted. She turned to you and you pointed to a giant plush of a capybara wearing a strawberry hat. Paige pointed up to it but he was already grabbing to hand it over before she even turned away from you.

He handed it to her and she presented it proposal-style to you with a wide, goofy grin on her face. You grabbed it and hugged it tight immediately. Paige’s arms wrapped around you and she planted a big kiss on your temple with a “You’re welcome” attached to it. You thanked her continuously and she playfully rolled her eyes at your antics.

“I’m glad you’re happy but I think I’ve had enough carnival today. Mind if we go home now?” She asked sweetly, her voice giving away how tired she was though.

You nodded and let her lead you back to her car in the parking lot. “Can you drive? I’m too tired,” she said to you when you got to her car.

You sighed but agreed. She was definitely more tired out of the two of you. As soon as you both got into the car she snatched the plush right out of your arms.

At your protests she argued back with, “I won him so technically, he’s mine.”

🔖 — day three! i like the prompt i just don't like the end result :( i hope my writing for shorter prompts gets better

[paulapuddephatt]

Distorted Perceptions...

paulathewriter.com...

❤

[words-after-midnight]

Short snippet from "In Conversation," a flash literary short in progress.

[editing-everything]

The Other Black Girl made me frustrated because I wanted to scream from the rooftops every part of this book that made me go WOW because it's just that good. This review is hopefully somewhere in the middle: https://bit.ly/3i7poDK

The Other Black Girl: is about race in publishing and fitting in, and standing out

The Other Black Girl is better than every review you've read about it, even mine. Read mine anyway.

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[booksandpublishing]

Eventide is everything I need it to be as I gather myself for the turbulent end-of-year blues and chaos. Karolina is a professor of art history with a special interest in women’s portrayal at the turn of 20th century. She is in her forties and lives alone in Stockholm. The novel starts when she leaves her partner of 11 years. Karolina approaching her newly single life, making peace with academia and wryly commenting on gender disparity in the art world forms the soul of this book. Arresting prose and interesting observations. Written by @therese_bohman. Translated by Marlaine Delargy. Book cover by @llagj.