The Writing of Annie Abbondante

The Tomb has been republished by RUNE: MIT's journal of arts and letters. You can see the .pdf of issue 28. It was first published as "Quick Fiction" in the Boston Literary Magazine in the Fall 2006 issue. You can listen to a podcast of it over at pseudopod.org:

"Your nudity is big as an opera. Splayed and spread, skin and hair everywhere, you are art, not pornography." read more...

(Thanks to Erin at Abbott Imaging for photo!)

The Pink Line was published in the Nov/Dec 2006 issue of Farmhouse Magazine.

"A little pink line. That's really all it was. The kind you draw in kindergarten with a chewed-on crayon. The color of the ribbon tied to your fourth grade birthday presents. The color of your prom dress.
But this little pink line… this wasn't as benign as the remembered flavor of ice cream cake. It was sickly strange like the smell of formula and the color of baby blankets." read more...

Roadkill is a haiku, first appearing in Void Magazine in August 2006.

You can read Roadkill here.

Party Crazy is not available on the web, but can be purchased in print. It was in Issue 7 of the Any Dream Will Do Review, which is available for the low, low price of $4 (tax deductable!)

"I'm so lonely and I'm sitting in the bathroom. There are lots of voices outside the door and there is someone knocking. I don't want to get out of the bathroom so I say "use the one downstairs" and don't come out. The edge of the tub is cold on the bare backs of my thighs. I am wearing a very short skirt and I pull at the hem as I realize this. I think I might be dressed like a slut."

Cherry is available in audio form as a podcast on WordKnot.com. It was first published by Farmhouse Magazine in their January/February 2006 issue. Shortly thereafter, it was reproduced at dyingwriters.com

"I’ve been thinking a lot lately about killing myself. Not about actually doing it, but the fact that I could. My sister would come into the bathroom to do her make up, and I’d be lying on the floor in a puddle of my own piss. My mother would come into my room to tell me I was late for school, and she’d see me sprawled lifelessly on my bed.
I guess the reason I’ve been thinking about it is because of Bradley."
read more at DyingWriters.com or farmhouse magazine

Lint was featured in the Los Angeles Journal in early 2006. This was only available in print, so I re-posted it on goodreads.com.

"James once told me that the first thing he noticed about me was my pristine white sweater in a crowd of stained and lint-marked others. I became known for never having lint on my clothes. I am a meticulous, precise picker. My sweaters are pill-free. My black tee shirts are unscathed by impurities like cat hair or couch fuzz. I have an eye like a hawk when it comes to little strings and stray hairs. I even own one of those lint shaver machines to ensure the smooth propriety of my wools and poly-cotton blends." read more...