sissytisha
Stories (37/0)
The 2 meters of rope
It was too late when the fire was discovered. The man pulled the woman and rushed for the stairs, only to be pounced back by the fire. The fire spread quickly, and the whole building was like a mad burning charcoal, baking every inch of space into a hot iron. Even though they closed the door tightly, tongues of fire and smoke pushed their way in through the door, one by one. The small room gradually became hot and unbearable.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The cat in the woods
He is a gray and white male cat, his fur has lost its porcelain vase-like shine, because he is no longer young, and loves to sleep in a warm place, the fur is covered with ash and soot. Every day, the old peasant woman with toothless mouth for it to chew bread to prepare meals, but also to pour him two bowls of hot milk. As soon as he saw the milk, he meowed with satisfaction, just like the old grandfather of the family got a good strong tobacco. However, for a few days, his behavior made the grandmother feel sad. He barely licked the hot milk, and raised his long tail in a demonstration, almost as if he was deliberately making a scene. What it was thinking, I'm afraid, will never be known. When spring came, it simply went into the forest and never returned to the grandmother.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The fat and the skinny
At a railroad station on the Nikolaevsky railroad, two friends met, one fat, the other skinny. The fat man had just finished lunch at the station, his lips were still oily and shiny, like ripe cherries, and he smelled of white wine and fragrant orange blossoms. The skinny man had just gotten off the carriage, straining to carry boxes, parcels and cardboard boxes, smelling of ham and coffee grounds. Behind him, a lean woman with a long chin probes, his wife, and a tall high school student with one eye squinted, his son.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The childish state
Chapter 17, "The Sexual Environment," in Li Yin's translation of John Gagnon's The Sociology of Sexuality, focuses on the evolution of censorship of works with sexual content in the United States, and is thus one of the most fascinating chapters in the book. Censorship of "pornography" in the United States was at its most stringent before the two wars, and it was never just the actual pornography that suffered. Not only Hemingway and Remarque, for example, had their works banned, but even the most "moralistic" Lev Tolstoy was also on the list of banned books. In the 1920s, the list of banned books in the United States not only included Joyce's Ulysses, Lawrence's Women in Love, etc., but also Arabian Nights and Remarque's No War on the Western Front, which could only be published in abridged form. Coincidentally, I happen to have a domestically published copy of No War on the Western Front, also in abridged form, and abridged to the point of being breathless. The similarities, I believe, are more than just interesting. When we used to talk about the domestic over-sensitivity to certain contents of books, films and TV, we always attributed it to the loss of the different national conditions in China and abroad and let the system of meeting be different. If we compare the 1930s in the United States with China now, we can easily find new clues.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Filthy
The oily moon
You anonymous people once out of the interrogation room will feel regret that words should not say so. The weather in July has been hot, wet hands a press on the chair will appear five fingerprints. Three years ago, a pair of park chairs got up and walked away from a man and woman who hated him, and there was a wet circle where the woman had sat. He thought he had discovered a secret. "Yo anonymous!" The interrogator snapped his name. "Hmm." He responded, and immediately added, "There!" "Did you kill someone?" "Yes." "Killed how many people?" "How can I remember that, who keeps count?" One, two ...... one is a fat woman, waist thresher like thick can not hold, two big tits drooping down to the waistband of the pants. Rainy day came a man and a woman, not father and daughter, and will never be a couple ...... stinky man should have died early but went to the toilet. The woman will die first. The man came back a bit did not die, but also a kick in his cross crotch ...... but in the end is also dead. Women white face, it's good. You anonymous wrenching finger search up memory, then found the interrogator face all white, immediately interrupted by yet another memory, will be wet hands hanging down chagrin up what was said. Although that department a sincere. "Eight." He said cowardly.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The disappearance of the elephant
I learned about the missing elephant from the town's elephant house from the newspaper. On this day, as usual, I was awakened by an alarm clock set to 6:30. Then I went to the kitchen to make coffee, bake slices of bread, turn on the FM radio, and spread the morning newspaper on the dining table with slices of bread. I always read the newspaper in order from the first page, so it took me a while to get to the story about the missing elephants. The first page covered the issue of trade friction between Japan and the U.S. and strategic defense ideas, followed by the domestic politics section, the international politics section, the economics section, the readers' letters section, the readers' column, the real estate advertising section, the sports section, and then the local section.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The Afterlife
The fact that death eventually came to my parents may have been what triggered me to rethink the possibilities of life after death. How comforting it would be to think of death not as death, but as the opening of a (possibly) brighter life, and even to see your parents and other relatives and friends again, who are perhaps still full of youthful vigor.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The unattended bagels
This is a true story about bagels. Feldman, an agricultural economist, led a research institute that analyzed weapons spending for the U.S. Navy. The institute's income came from a variety of research contracts. Whenever he got a research contract, Feldman always bought some bagels to share with everyone as a reward.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
The Children in Time
The day, which was shrouded in a bitterly cold high, was to become a memory that would haunt him forever. The bright, sunny weather was like a mocking eye, watching all the details. In the sun, a flattened Coca-Cola can lay next to the steps, the straw still full and stuck in its place. Kate wanted to pick the straw up, and Stephen pulled her back. In the distance, there was a dog standing next to a tree, as if it was shining through, shaking at the waist and legs, pooping, with a trance-like and excited expression on its face. The tree was an old and decaying oak, the bark looked freshly cut, the raised patches on the tree were delicate and shiny, the dents were hidden in the deepest shadows.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction