Etiqueta: a short stories
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«When the Heart Speaks» by Precious Magdaleno
«When the Heart Speaks» by Precious Magdaleno Rest easy now, my dear one; breathe in and breathe out. Have you listened to your heart? If not, please do. When it speaks, it whispers genuinely soft and true. A kind of melody that blends strength with vulnerability. And its pulse fuels courage, bringing…
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not too many horizons by Bogdan Dragos
Not too many horizons when you live in a small home with small windows and thick blinders and only face the smoky ceiling as you sit sprawled on the bed, bottle in hand, more empty than full, cigarette between fingers, more ashes than light. Work starts only the day after…
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The dog is sad, while the cat is lonely | by Trần Băng Khuê
A short story in Vietnamese by Trần Băng KhuêTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (Blog: https://nguyenthiphuongtram.com/category/literature-van/g) 1. I’m not sure what I wanted to write when it comes to them. A dog, A cat. They came to live with my family. The dog is a Corgi, nearly two years old. The…
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THE WISE WEASEL IN A HORIZONTAL PLANET by Mike Steeden
She of the fair sex was resting in the bath with her eyes shut tight in a vulgar dream when the bomb landed upon both it and her. She didn’t have a chance it seemed. Even so, despite that terrible happening prior to the visit of the bombshell the stark-naked…
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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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