Categoría: a short stories
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‘Autumn Counteroffensive’ by C.J. Anderson-Wu
As our platoon marched through a dense forest, our footsteps over the brittle leaves on the dried land echoed the whispers carried by the cooling wind. Coming out of the woods, we encountered heavy air with the scent of charred wood and burned debris. A faint smell of smoke still…
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«Entwined Souls» by Bianca Alina
«Entwined Souls» by Bianca Alina My mind is caught in a whirlwind, torn between the ecstasy of love and the agony of heartache. Often, they intertwine so seamlessly that distinguishing one from the other seems impossible. I sever the ties and watch them bleed into separation. Lingering over my broken…
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Solitude By Luiza Zambrotta
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 –1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known work was “Solitude”. The inspiration for the poem came as she was travelling to attend the Governor’s inaugural ball in Madison, Wisconsin. On her way to the celebration, she noticed a young woman dressed in black sitting…
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Close To Even by Edward N. McConnell
Posted on Chewers at: 02/09/2021 Image Source: Snappa John Halston watched as the man counted out the bills and laid them on his desk. “You’re short. That’s two thousand five hundred. The retainer is three thousand,” he said. “I can get more but, right now, it’s all I got. My…
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«Timeless» by Eia Reyes
«Timeless» by Eia Reyes Have you ever wondered what makes time, time? I don’t mean to confuse you, but what if there’s actually no time? Only the human mind and the universe tell you to live your life counted by years. They tell you to wake up every morning and…
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no country for romantic men by Bogdan Dragos
And the few survivors who couldn’t fight were lined up along with the civilians and shot or killed in ways to entertain the soldiers. And dogs were trained to tear them to shreds and the ground became black with their soaked blood and over the next few days a carpet…
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THE PARTICLE OF TIME HOTEL by Mike Steeden
Eternally ‘alive’ in a particle of time, be they the ripe and the rotten; the virtuous and the nefarious; the tramp sleeping rough under railway arches; the forgotten harlot without a worthy client; those who sadly have no limbs, the collective despair of vagrants, lost souls destined to roam yet…
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Time’s Questions (a Rewind) by Laura Bennett
(Blog from Laura) Laura Bennett will publish in Latinos approximately every month / Welcome Laura! —j re crivello editor I don’t have any time, and I always need more. Since I have none to spare today, I’m sharing one of my favorite poems I wrote on the subject, which was…
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«Trevi Fountain» by Julian Seiden
«Trevi Fountain» by Julian Seiden Ross sat on the railing with his back to the pool, really milking that gelato for all it was worth (which had been a lot), looking up at the stone buildings around him. The streetlights colored everything gold except the water. That was ice blue and…
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All Roads Lead To Istanbul By John RC Potter
In the early 1990s on a frosty winter’s weekend, I attended an international school job fair at Queen’s University. I had only been teaching in Canada for a few years, but there had been a freeze on salary for teachers in the Province of Ontario. I had taken loans to…
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THE DAYS OF THE BLACKBIRD by Luisa Zambrotta
There are a few Italian legends that say the last three days of January (29, 30, 31) are the coldest days of winter, thanks to the actions of a female bird. (1) Long, long ago in Milan there was a very hard winter and snow covered the whole city. Under…
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Rest in Peace Raspberry Jam by Terveen Gill
If Jerry Kismee knew that his stubborn insistence for raspberry jam with his pancakes on new year’s morning would result in the death of his beloved wife Donna Kismee, he may have reconsidered his childish behavior. An evening of prayer and an hour of Monopoly had marked the couple’s New…
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The great one by Bogdan Dragos
His name was always linked to the term elusive and he was universally acknowledged as a brilliant writer and an enchanted poet. And the day came when his little apartment reeked of rotting flesh and the authorities had to break his door down. There was no family to inform but…
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Letter from Istanbul By John RC Potter
“Allahu akbar!” The repeated Arabic call to prayer that issues from the nearby mosque (‘cami’ in Turkish, ‘masjid’ in Arabic) is the first sound that I hear very early each pre-dawn morning. The modern mecca of Istanbul has been known historically as Byzantium, Constantinople, and Stamboul. The historical complexity and…
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The embrace.. by John Coyote
The embrace… You allow me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume in your skin of the spring flowers. We do not speak words. The feel of your face against my face. The feel of your embrace steal me away to where I need and…
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