Sleeping Alone
I want you to know that the first time I did anything, I just wanted them to suffer some easily...
Read MoreRu Freeman was born into a family of writers and many boys in Colombo, Sri Lanka. After a year of informal study at Murdoch University in Perth, Western Australia, she arrived in the United States with a Parker ink pen and a box of Staedler pencils to attend Bates College in Maine. She completed her Masters in Labor Relations at the University of Colombo, and worked in the field of American and international humanitarian assistance and workers’ rights. Her political writing has appeared in English and in translation. Her creative work has appeared or is forthcoming in VQR, Guernica, Story Quarterly, Crab Orchard Review, World Literature Today, WriteCorner Press, Kaduwa, Pebble Lake Review, r.k.v.r.y, Post Road, Confessions: Fact or Fiction? and elsewhere and has been nominated for the Best New American Voices anthologies in 2006 and 2008. Ru Freeman is a contributing editorial board member of the Asian American Literary Review, and a fellow of the Bread Loaf Writer’s Conference, Yaddo. and the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. Her debut novel, A Disobedient Girl, which was long-listed for the DSC South Asian Literary Prize, is published by Atria Books/Simon & Schuster in the USA and Canada, by Viking/Penguin in the UK and territories, and has been translated into Dutch, Italian, Simplified and Complex Chinese, Portuguese, Turkish and Hebrew and is available in Audio from Tantor Media. She calls both Sri Lanka and America home and writes about the people and countries underneath her skin.
by Ru S. Freeman | Sep 12, 2012 | Flash Fiction | 1
I want you to know that the first time I did anything, I just wanted them to suffer some easily...
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In the end, what I remember are the fingers. My aunt is holding the door shut, and she is crying....
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(Continued from page 1) “Can we come now?” I asked, feeling the need to distract him from dwelling...
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(Continued from page 2) My brothers came back a little later, their palms filled with masang and...
Read Moreby Ru S. Freeman | Sep 11, 2012 | Creative Nonfiction | 0
Mine went MIA. I didn’t look for it. I didn’t know I was entitled to one. Perhaps it was merely...
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