The only soldier in the history of the Army to bring both MACBETH and DUINO ELEGIES to boot camp, Dante Kronos recruits his best buddies to establish "The Reading Maniacs Reading Group" on Fort Bragg. When a barracks brothel-ring threatens to annihilate his team, can Dante destroy the threat and save the brotherhood?
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This is a short story of 5,443 words.
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Frank Marcopolos began writing as a kid in the evenings after summer days of competing--always unsuccessfully--against the older neighborhood kids (the evil "teenagers") in the P.S. 207 schoolyard. After long, hot days of sporting failures, he discovered that by writing stories, his fictional heroes (almost always coincidentally named "Frank") could always end up saving the day from the taller, menacing forces arrayed against them. He usually composed these stories by flashlight as he wrote in a black-and-white Mead notebook while seated on a shelf in his bedroom closet.
For some reason, this love of creating alternative--glory-promising--realities never died within him, and continues to this day. (Thankfully, his boyhood habit of naming all of his main characters "Frank" HAS died, however.)
Frank still lives in Brooklyn, NY, not far from that very schoolyard, among others where he also spent portions of his youth failing at various sports. He notes with sadness that the current trend in public education is to chain up all schoolyards during the summer, presumably so that the painted-on-cement bases can't be stolen.
Frank rocks a cable-free lifestyle, and ALWAYS knows where his towel is.
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This is a short story of 5,443 words.
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Frank Marcopolos began writing as a kid in the evenings after summer days of competing--always unsuccessfully--against the older neighborhood kids (the evil "teenagers") in the P.S. 207 schoolyard. After long, hot days of sporting failures, he discovered that by writing stories, his fictional heroes (almost always coincidentally named "Frank") could always end up saving the day from the taller, menacing forces arrayed against them. He usually composed these stories by flashlight as he wrote in a black-and-white Mead notebook while seated on a shelf in his bedroom closet.
For some reason, this love of creating alternative--glory-promising--realities never died within him, and continues to this day. (Thankfully, his boyhood habit of naming all of his main characters "Frank" HAS died, however.)
Frank still lives in Brooklyn, NY, not far from that very schoolyard, among others where he also spent portions of his youth failing at various sports. He notes with sadness that the current trend in public education is to chain up all schoolyards during the summer, presumably so that the painted-on-cement bases can't be stolen.
Frank rocks a cable-free lifestyle, and ALWAYS knows where his towel is.
