Uploaded June 2019 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
Taking a look at The Collected Stories of Diane Williams.
Also mentioned:
Ben Marcus
Christine Schutt
Gordon Lish
My attempt at a Diane Williams story:
That’s Nice
(alternate title: It Was a Great Wonder His Penis Could Reach His Own Ass)
by
PaperBird
The injury made world news. It made the world anew.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, buddy?"
"If a bomb goes into the ground and grows into a tree and we eat the fruit, will it be total darkness?"
"Yes, buddy."
The symphony faded and they were outside standing in the cold. The benefit of cherries in their mouths did nothing against the wildlife seething all around. Stones, on the other hand, glittered across my throat.
His daughter peed in the potty and left the room smelling nutty. And over the hills, yachts went slow through the bay. Every time a yacht turned, I am not Diane Williams.
A white-haired woman danced on the tallest branch.
What about a large shark? A mellow giraffe? Blowjobs for breakfast?
No no no no no.
This goes on to pancake the mind, biting into the lobes, or just brushing up and over. One is left babyfied, in need of changing.
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Taking a look at The Collected Stories of Diane Williams.
Also mentioned:
Ben Marcus
Christine Schutt
Gordon Lish
My attempt at a Diane Williams story:
That’s Nice
(alternate title: It Was a Great Wonder His Penis Could Reach His Own Ass)
by
PaperBird
The injury made world news. It made the world anew.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, buddy?"
"If a bomb goes into the ground and grows into a tree and we eat the fruit, will it be total darkness?"
"Yes, buddy."
The symphony faded and they were outside standing in the cold. The benefit of cherries in their mouths did nothing against the wildlife seething all around. Stones, on the other hand, glittered across my throat.
His daughter peed in the potty and left the room smelling nutty. And over the hills, yachts went slow through the bay. Every time a yacht turned, I am not Diane Williams.
A white-haired woman danced on the tallest branch.
What about a large shark? A mellow giraffe? Blowjobs for breakfast?
No no no no no.
This goes on to pancake the mind, biting into the lobes, or just brushing up and over. One is left babyfied, in need of changing.
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Substack: paperbird.substack.com
Goodreads: tinyurl.com/jsuw4se
Instagram: instagram.com/paperbirdbooks
TikTok: tiktok.com/@paperbirdbooks
Twitter: twitter.com/PaperBirdBooks
Email: freshwipe@gmail.com
