Etiqueta: a short stories
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A True Strzyga Tale, So Forget the Movies You’ve Seen by Luanne Castle
Alwine stayed on the bank of the creek long after the wash was done and ready to be hauled back and hung to dry. Her mother used to slap her for dillydallying, but her mother was dead from congestion of the brain and her father and brothers busy in the…
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A Town by Gerald Yelle
Has a building that makes sashes for window shades. The one next to it makes circular saws. After that there’s a pizza house. Then there’s a cider house. There’s a tree where they grow apples. A factory that makes gloves. A tree with cones next to a tree making acorns.…
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STRANGE FRUIT by Luisa Zambrotta
Strange Fruit is a song performed by Billie Holiday, who first sang and recorded it in 1939. Written by teacher Abel Meeropol as a poem and published in 1937, it protested against American racism, particularly the lynching of African Americans. Southern trees bear strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood…
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«PIZZA THANKSGIVING” by Steve Clark
Steve Clark A former Senior Editor for The Paris Review, Steve Clark published fiction in The Paris Review, and poems in various magazines. His first bilingual book of poems, From the Ashes (Desde las cenizas), was published to critical acclaim by Huerga y Fierro in Spain, March 2010. City Swimmers…
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not your dog by Bogdan Dragos
it was her dog that had to be put down not his He only saw the good boy for the past two weeks or so Yet it was him who couldn’t get it up in bed because thoughts of the departed good boy wouldn’t let go of his mind “I’m…
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What Would Grandma Do by Luanne Castle
Remember when Grandma and I boogied to “Purple People Eater.” She toppled over on the sidewalk, her bird legs wiggling in the air. We laughed until the snot ran. Remember when the crows left her a diamond ring. She said it was the first real jewelry she ever had. When…
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The New Old People by Gerald Yelle
They want to know why the weeks all start with broken eggs. Well, maybe it’s the way their horses snicker. They blame the rider, but I say it’s the chickens. Neither feels right. It’s like our number sense is disconnected. They say it’s the end of one chapter and the…
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THE REVENGE FUND —cap. 04 by Steve Clark
Steve Clark A former Senior Editor for The Paris Review, Steve Clark published fiction in The Paris Review, and poems in various magazines. His first bilingual book of poems, From the Ashes (Desde las cenizas), was published to critical acclaim by Huerga y Fierro in Spain, March 2010. City Swimmers…
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Ant tomb | by Trần Băng Khuê
A short story in Vietnamese by Trần Băng KhuêTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 1. He hates ants. All species, the entire family of formicidae. Black ants, red ants, big ants, small ants, clawed ants, pharoah ants. People come up with wonderful ways to elevate “virtue”, like how ants are diligent…
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big ant farm by Bogdan Dragos
not a religious boy but that evening he felt like praying though didn’t precisely know what for Forgiveness maybe? Anyway, like the good boy he was he waited for her with dinner ready and even a bottle of cold white wine he took from the pantry and buried in a…
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Magic by Luanne Castle
Magic ambled up to a pond and lowered her mouth to it, her flaxen forelock flowing on the surface. The pond greeted her with a welcome tip of the head, and elderberry wine bubbled into her mouth from an invisible straw. From a distance she emitted a gold-and-ruby glitter, but…
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‘the painstaking truth’ by Katya Mills
Anything you could do to calm her down. Sidokus and crosswords. Bridge. Solitaire. Open a fashion mag and stare at the glossy pictures. You could go outdoors to try and walk her off. Look in the mirror and tell her she’s an underreaction. Lie to her! Run her into walls.…
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The fatal kiss by Luisa Zambrotta
Bibi-Khanym majestic and grandiose mosque was built by the Tamerlane’s youngest and favourite wife, Bibi Khanym, as a gift on his return from a military campaign in India. The mosque was to be the most grandiose creation in Samarkand, but almost all architects refused the task because the work was…
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Soldier of fortune… By John Coyote
Soldier of fortune.. — Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money, I play a bastard for the rich and I tried to seek even. Soldier, slave and human being. I…
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catfishing by Bogdan Dragos
The first picture she showed me on her phone made me think something stupid It was a naked lady but you could see her only from the neck down She was quick to see my dumb smile and said, «No, you idiot! That’s not me!» «I never said it was,»…
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