Categoría: Flash Prose
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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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«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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«JUST A PIECE OF IMAGINATION» by Eia Reyes
«JUST A PIECE OF IMAGINATION» by Eia Reyes Imagine a person who’s incredibly imagining you tonight. Picture her wild mind and bursting heart of how she’s in despair right now, thinking of how she would tell ‘I love you’ to you in the most decent way she knows and she…
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“You Visited Me In My Night Dream” by Precious Magdaleno
“You Visited Me In My Night Dream” by Precious Magdaleno What is this? Why can I see the starlight at night as if it were a tragic masquerade in poetry? Then I found your letter in the graveyard, and it painted my eyes with shades of blue. What is this?…
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NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE by Mike Steeden
Well, I’m back to ‘Blogland’ following a rather gruesome bout of bodily and mind lunacy. It was unpleasant at the time, but fascinating thereafter. Still, I came out the other side OK this time. I shall bore you no more. I trust you are all well…I’ve missed the lot of…
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«Love Letter From The Battlefield» by Bianca Alina
«Love Letter From The Battlefield» by Bianca Alina My dearest, Did you ever love someone so much that you were afraid to let them see the real you? I know I did. I was afraid to let the walls down and uncover my scars. I danced through my sadness, I…
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“It’s not April 1st, Kid” by Akshita Singh
He said those words to me a few weeks ago. And I was annoyed. Really. I thought it had something to do with finally turning 18 and wanting to leave the whole “kid” thing behind. I was wrong. Or I think, I was depriving myself of the truth because I…
