Etiqueta: a short stories
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Rest in Peace Raspberry Jam by Terveen Gill
If Jerry Kismee knew that his stubborn insistence for raspberry jam with his pancakes on new year’s morning would result in the death of his beloved wife Donna Kismee, he may have reconsidered his childish behavior. An evening of prayer and an hour of Monopoly had marked the couple’s New…
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The great one by Bogdan Dragos
His name was always linked to the term elusive and he was universally acknowledged as a brilliant writer and an enchanted poet. And the day came when his little apartment reeked of rotting flesh and the authorities had to break his door down. There was no family to inform but…
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Letter from Istanbul By John RC Potter
“Allahu akbar!” The repeated Arabic call to prayer that issues from the nearby mosque (‘cami’ in Turkish, ‘masjid’ in Arabic) is the first sound that I hear very early each pre-dawn morning. The modern mecca of Istanbul has been known historically as Byzantium, Constantinople, and Stamboul. The historical complexity and…
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The embrace.. by John Coyote
The embrace… You allow me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume in your skin of the spring flowers. We do not speak words. The feel of your face against my face. The feel of your embrace steal me away to where I need 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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Edith Wharton on Ageing by Luisa Zambrotta
American novelist, Edith Wharton, born on 24 January 1862, was the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for literature in 1921 for her novel “The Age of Innocence” In 1934, when she was seventy-two, she published her autobiography “A Backward Glance”. [I’ll be seventy-two tomorrow as well.]These are the…
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«Loving You, Eternally» by Myca Paga
«Loving You, Eternally» by Myca Paga I was busy helping my mom and my sister with our food for New Year or as we call it «Media Noche». It’s an annual celebration which we celebrate the coming of the New Year, and with our Filipino tradition, we graced our table…
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Ouija board by Bogdan Dragos
Well, when you’re desperate you’re… “Me,” he said. He was alone in the room and lonely enough to have bought one of those Ouija boards from some old woman who called herself a medium. It was time to try it out. All he hoped for was a sexy ghost that…
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Mercy kill by Bogdan Dragos
When the enemy strikes keep your gun close to you. That worked during the war, but the war was all those years ago and the saying didn’t apply today. Today it was more like when depression strikes keep your ice cream at hand. He got into his slippers and went…
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SO WHAT by Mike Steeden
A strange poem based upon a worn out man, a friend as it happens, whogave up living. For the record, I know he wouldn’t mind me penning this simply because he wanted to leave something, anything at the darkest hour. Please ignore his swear word.In active life he used it…
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ELIZA’S LAST DAY IN MOTHER RUSSIA by Mike Steeden
One wonders if it was love or boredom when Eliza remarked, “I’m off tomorrow as you know, Dmitri. Once I’m across the North Sea we will lose one another forever. A shame, yet a truth, so let us enjoy each other this day,” and with that in mind, it was…
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Who can limit love? by John Coyote
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age… Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of Arc in the mystery of love.I told her. Love is like the early morning tide of the sea. You can’t control or stop the flow of the water.You must cherish and…
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Sometimes By Miriam Costa
This pastime I created some steps of writing. Sometimes before I sleep. There were many attempts to fall asleep trying not to take so many steps… take it with me myself so as not to drown in the despair of the hole, where everyone is sleeping, but I awake.I already…
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the veins by Bogdan Dragos
Something wasn’t quite right in this small, barren room. The man sitting across the square table, dressed in a white coat, seemed a little to calm for someone in reaching distance. ‘I could just reach for that bald head and snap the neck real nice,’ he thought as he watched…
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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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