Categoría: a short story
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Iconoclastic Discourse by KJ Hannah Greenberg
Mental reens surface as talk that attempts to overturn established beliefs. Since the transposal of cherished institutions dissuades senseless folks, Tautological phrasing evokes odd responses amongst blue collars. – The zeal backing attacks on traditions rises, commonly, on loads of fear. Meaning, daring speech transports hoards of enfants terribles whose…
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“Calling all Angels” by Peter Lingard
At a barbecue, a man I didn’t know paid too much attention to my date, Kathleen. The man called her Angel – Angel this and Angel that. Each Angel burrowing further under my skin. Jack, Kate’s brother and the host, realised I was getting annoyed. “He’s a pain, ain’t he?”…
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Abernathy By Nolcha Fox
I almost lost my best relationship before it began. Not that I knew it at the time. The day I almost lost my best relationship started with my soon-to-be ex-wife screeching at me as I tossed everything I owned into a rent-all moving truck. Amy shrieked even louder when I…
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Pleonasm by Bogdan Dragos
he wouldn’t let go of that book nobody knew what it was because nobody could pry it off his hands to have a look Eh, whatever it was just a book Other crazed men held on to dangerous objects like knives and screwdrivers and shards of glass wrapped in a…
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“Le Penseur” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley
Stan sat before the old television set, unmoving. He was just dimly aware that his torso and limbs were arranged in the same posture as Rodin’s “The Thinker,” only in flesh tones instead of the bronze of the sculpture. While “Le Penseur” had for more than a century captivated observers…
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He Didn’t Know We Felt That Way by Gerald Yelle
He gave me a compost starter kit he said not to open till Christmas. It smelled like cow manure and cedar chips. I put it under the sink and joined the online discussion as to whether or not he interfered too much in Maggie’s business. I said yes, at times…
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“Cousin Sherry (Back) on the Phone” by Bill Tope
I was surprised to hear from my cousin Sherry again. We hadn’t spoken since our telephone dust-up several years before, at the height of the Covid epidemic, when she vented her spleen on Dr. Fauci, Joe Biden, African Americans, and the like. Spying Sherry’s name on the caller ID, I…
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ARTISTIC GHOST TALKS TO A SIGNPOST by Mike Steeden
See what happens to the old brick wallswhen the ghost comes out at nightshe screams and howls at passers byunder a crescent moon’s half lightthe sign said ‘Graffiti is illegal’the sign said ‘Just go awaythis is no place for a ghost to be’she just smiled and had her say»I may…
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She was black as the night. by John Coyote
She was black as the night. I watched her dance alone to the holy jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She was so damn beautiful and I knew. If you dance with a woman, who heart…
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“SHE IS DISEASED” by Duane L Herrmann
The young man arrived at the train station. He was afraid he might be late. He stood on the platform and looked out over the tracks. There he saw a small girl, about three or four, playing in a cardboard box on the tracks. She was so absorbed in her…
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it is time to give up by Bogdan Dragos
Yeah, it’s one of those evenings when reality just doesn’t want to cooperate When you’ve given it your all and feel like there’s nothing left but to mourn the pages lay scattered about like autumn leaves, only with less value At least the leaves serve a purpose, don’t they? while…
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“Jose Cuervo” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley
“I thought I knew you, Baby,” said Dan worriedly, circling round the kitchen table. Baby opened her mouth, but no sounds emerged. Then she laid her head down on the table. “What can I do to help?” asked Dan. Still, Baby said nothing. “Would a little tequila help?” asked Dan,…
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Middle Finger 2 Gravity
By Katya Mills I stood up in the window frame and fastened the bamboo blinds to the screws and let go. The anchors pulled out of the drywall and the whole thing fell into my arms. Damn. We must have used the wrong drill bit. I jumped down from the…
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“WHAT TO DO WITH TIME” by Duane L Herrmann
“I’m so bored here. There’s nothing to do,” Grunge said to himself as he looked idly at the books on the shelf in front of him in his cell. He hadn’t read most of them. He reached out and pulled down a book, barely glancing at the title, “Some Answered…
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“Molly at Home” by Bill Tope
Molly Ringer stood forlornly in her kitchen, dutifully feeding her cat, Killer. She mechanically scooped teaspoon after gilded teaspoon of Friskies into the feline’s large stainless-steel dish. With each scoop served, Killer nibbled furiously and then looked expectantly up at Molly for more. This went on for some little time.…
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Psychic Cordillera by Walter Bargen
The conversation quickly escalates beyond their own small walled world. From down the hall, voices from an open office make their disembodied way to my desk. I take notes. The poem didn’t bother to knock, in fact, it walked through the closed door. I fold the page into a boat…
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