Categoría: a short story
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swineherd by Bogdan Dragos
after 22 years he returned to his old town I was just a kid when he left so I didn’t recognize him but some of the older guys were quick to offer him a drink “Who’s he?” I asked and the only answer I got was “Swineherd.” They called him…
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“Shadows of Silence” by Alice Baburek
The parking lot was empty.Estelle Lancer studied her cell phone as she stepped outside. It was 3 p.m., and there was no service. She looked up to find her vehicle, but to her amazement, there were no cars—not one. The concrete area was overgrown with weeds. Dark clouds hovered above.…
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“My Best Friend” by Bill Tope
Dr. Arnold Schopp, DVM, glanced at the caller ID; he didn’t recognize the number. The time was 5 am. Picking up his landline, he said, “Hello?” “Oh! Hi! My name’s Livy. You don’t know me, but I got your number from the men’s washroom at The Stagger Inn, the tavern…
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search engine by Katya Mills
Darla she dropped out of school and moved to the coast. It’s not a crime to want to be happy, she would say. She worked as a docent and got into crafts and sold them at a gift store in a quaint fishing town. Anything washed up on the shore…
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“The Fawn in the Forest” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
So they walked on together through the wood, Alice with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, and shook itself free from Alice’s arms. «I’m a Fawn!»…
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“Beers and Moonshine” by Peter Lingard
After work on Friday, my friends and I headed to the beach for a barbecue. Those who got off early dug a pit and started the fire. Latecomers like me went to a supermarket near the town square and purchased beer and food. Patsy brought bottles of her dad’s homemade…
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The letter “T” in the word “Time” | by Nguyễn Văn Thiện
A short story in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Văn ThiệnTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm khoả thân rằm by Đinh Trương Chinh If time was a woman, then that woman must be extremely fickle and a player. When we want time to pass by anxiously faster, she prances around in her camisole;…
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nothing’s weird at this point By Bogdan Dragos
“They call it demon possession,” she said, her hands busy struggling to open a beer bottle that was already opened. “Maybe you should stop drinking,” I said. “It really looks like you’ve had enough.” but of course she doesn’t hear that. She only hears what she wants to People talk…
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“Confabulation” by Bill Tope
Paulie sat in the lurid orange beanbag chair in what passed for the living room of his hovel. He extended his thin legs, and his house slippers hung off his feet, then slipped to the uncarpeted floor with a little plop. Paulie gazed at his cell phone and saw a…
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A SILHOUETTE BALLERINA DANCING By Mike Steeden
I’ve never known loveand I’ve never known hateand charcoal letters on the wallhelp seal my planets fateBallerina dancingand she’s just a silhouettean offer to the condemned manof one last cigaretteAll I know is all I knowand all I know is reallike a scarecrow on the gallowsit is not a major…
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You call and I fail to answer by Gopal Lahiri
The blue in the sky when it gets dark enter my ribcages, dust the graphics of names and then bury them deep in the loose soil. All the glowing letters on the sign board fold into a dark palate, holding the air between time zones, hear the moan of the…
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one more coffee by Bogdan Dragos
A customer spat into her face today said the coffee she prepared was too hot and she refused to get the authorities involved told the manager she forgave the guy She was like that Every time someone wronged her with something she’d be as quick to forgive as a child…
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“Web” by Bill Tope
Grabbing the cast-iron doorknob in one gloved hand, I edged the ancient wooden door open a crack, then pull it wide. It opened without a sound, on well-oiled hinges. Not knowing at all what to expect, I stood stunned on the threshold of the old, small outbuilding. There I beheld…
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The Long Return by C J Anderson-Wu
I. That night, Sergeant Ma walked through the pineapple field, and the chill of southeast Taiwan took him by surprise. He folded his arms around his chest to stay warm, but it was useless. The cold wind gusts still penetrated his outfit, biting into his skin. Sergeant Ma tried to…
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“Shared Love” by Bill Tope
“What’re you gonna do,” asked Annie, tall and blond and strikingly beautiful, “when everybody’s insane?” “Everybody’s insane?” asked Disha skeptically. “Could you narrow it down a little?” She smiled, her perfect teeth white against her swarthy complexion. “Well,” said Annie, “the men in my life, all my relatives, the people…
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People Are Saying by Gerald Yelle
Just wait. The sun will come out and we can pick fresh berries. There’ll be a secret garden and even a secret beach. Maybe it’ll still be there when you have kids of your own. The markets will hit new highs and the moss will capture more carbon. We can…
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