Categoría: a short story
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We Were Characters By Gerard Yelle
And I played an actor and she played the boss’s daughter. She was in bed with a fever and the sister I was talking to wouldn’t follow the script and it rained with all its might and it felt like bombs aggravated with aftershock and a landslide about to bury…
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DIFFERENCES by Jeffrey Zable
Of course, each person is treated differently, and for a multitude of different reasons, but some of the main reasons are surely related to how they look, how much money they have, power they control, and, of course, what they can do for the person who is seeking their attention.…
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Mr Tambourine Man by Luisa Zambrotta
Mr. Tambourine Man (Bob Dylan – 1965) Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m going toHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you Though I know that evenings empire has returned…
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You were. I was by Katya Mills
you were seeking (leaving your work behind. the loneliness clawing) you were wanting. needing a little something to look at (we were both young and far from family) and talk to i was (chipped pink slates for nails. undercut uneven. saved money to cut my own hair) awake travelin subway…
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FARAWAY FLAMENCO by Maike Steeden
In faraway places he puts on a showPicado style, tirando and tremoloThe maestro with his cedar-wood guitarPlayed flamenco style in the local cafe’ barThey say he was the best musician in all the landAcclaimed, adored, always played on demandBut suddenly his world went cold and so darkWhen from the shadows…
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hunting for entertainment by Bogdan Dragos
well, shit the weekend is here and along with it all the voices «What are we gonna do?» «Where are we gonna go?» «Who’s gonna be there?» «Who else is coming?» «How many of us?» It’s crazy and the clubs and the bars and the restaurants and all the venues…
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A Shepherd’s Tale by Tony Ashenden
Consider, discuss, decide as you must. A boy of nine I was, given to play? Yes- but impatient to grow. A minder of sheep and goat, not quite a shepherd, you understand. Arab Jewish Samaritans, lowborn we were under Roman rule in the land of Moses. …
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Waking Vigil by Neil Brosnan
Ned is feeling the strain. Squeezing his eyes shut, he shakes his head in an effort to stop the hall floor tiles swimming beneath his feet, and pushes the front door shut behind the last straggling sympathiser. Returning to his chair beside the coffin, he grimaces as another knock sounds…
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Blue (2) by Luisa Zambrotta
In Hinduism a lot of gods are depicted with blue-coloured skin, particularly those associated with Vishnu, the preserver of the world and thus connected to water. Shiva, the destroyer, is also depicted in light blue tones and is called blue-throated, for having swallowed poison in an attempt to turn a…
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Nothing could stop me by John Coyote
Nothing could stop me. Nothing could stop me from seeking you. A gentle summer breeze caressed my face, warning me of a new journey to touch. Nothing could stop me from following you, walking near the small lake. Your long blond hair flowing in the wind and the gesture of…
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when going into the silence by Bogdan Dragos
work day’s over it is 9 PM Time to just go home and allow the silence to take over No, I shall not hit the town as they call it I don’t care I have nowhere to go but a dark room imbued with solitude to sink into these days…
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“Third World” Is Outdated—and Dangerous: It’s Time to Change How We Speak by Edward Ortiz
Over the Thanksgiving holiday, I heard the term “Third World” quite a lot. I think this is one of those expressions that needs to be erased from our vocabulary, since there is only one world, and all countries belong to it. Using that term promotes discrimination and disdain toward people…
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Blue (1) by Luisa Zambrotta
According to the Oxford English Dictionary, English speakers have used the term “blue” to refer to sad or melancholy emotions since the 15th century. This may derive from a custom among many old deep water sailing ships. If the ship lost the captain or any of the officers during its…
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favorite part of being alive by Bogdan Dragos
and finally at about 6:33 PM the voices went silent No, I’m not trying to be pretentious by saying that I hear voices I mean the real voices of everyone that works in the office with me they finally left and left me alone with my thoughts It’s a good…
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The Journey Girl by Uchechukwu Onyedikam
The sun hung low over the Lagos horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Okwuchi adjusted the straps of her backpack. The bustling city was a cacophony of honking impatient motorists, Agbérós extorting danfo drivers, and okada riders, street hawkers shouting their wares, and the rhythmic…
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The Devil in Congress: A Poetic Reflection by A. Cyr
Thick, dark clouds funnel,layered like an onion to peel,fueling eyes, wateringwith displeasure from heaven’s gates—spit a thousand tiny, spiteful tearswhich hung above Capitol Hill. Congress closed the People’s House.But men with thick pockets wanderedthe halls like the devil slippingthrough a revolving doorto see whom he might devour,only if allowed, like…
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