Etiqueta: a short story
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THE OLD FOOL by mike Steeden
I’ve been out of the WP writing game of late trading my pen for what felt like a doctor’s stove poker…if, indeed, doctors carry such things. Thankfully, all is well. If I have a humorous memory of my necessary starvation prior to, or indeed when visiting the hospital, it is…
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The wooden bird with a blue beak | by Trần Băng Khuê
A short story in Vietnamese by Trần Băng KhuêTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 1. That day, the sky was a grey mask. The fog lingered touching everything. The fog hovered as though it was always there. The fog hindered each breath from the soil to high heaven. The main character…
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Sphinx-like on Shingle by Margaret Kiernan
On the almost black slopes of bleak Guthrie Mines, the tawny coloured German Shephard sits on the shingle like a sphinx, he keeps one eye on the horizon and watches the cabin for the return of his master. Jake is not in; he went to town yesterday, and before he…
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SNOWFLAKES & FIRE by Mike Steeden
The death toll is risingsnowflakes and firein the tent of the futurewe planned to conspireYou gave me a smileI got lost in a dreamI haven’t got answersyou haven’t a schemeOne day on the top of death’s channelwe looked down at the oceans floorand like the dying native Americanyou shouted out,…
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What a Wonderful World by Luisa Zambrotta
What a Wonderful World (Words and Music by George David Weiss and Bob Thiele) I see trees of green, red roses tooI see them bloom for me and youAnd I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of whiteThe bright blessed day, the…
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Broken promises and forgotten places by John Coyote
A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places… I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields and love was to be forever.I could sit and gaze at you for hours. Watch you plant your herbal garden.I loved seeing the pride in…
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PORTLAND OREGON by Katya Mills
In the early morning I liked to get up before the sun and the other girls and shower and write for a while, have that first cup of coffee, walk out to see the train cars on the tracks at a standstill on the edge of this campus, and admire…
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What Remains Unsaid by A. Cyr
The last place Wesley thought Sadie would turn up was in therapy ordered by a judge. But there she was, and here he is. Attendees went around the circle,revealing why the judge was fit to order a wake-up call for emotional intelligence. The only problem is that Wesley is the…
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“Dies Natalis Solis Invicti” by Luisa Zambrotta
Sol Invictus (“Unconquered Sun”) was the official Sun God of the Romans, who celebrated its birthday (Dies Natalis Solis Invicti) on the winter Solstice, with a lot of candles symbolizing the quest for knowledge and truth. It occurred on the eighth day before the Kalends (the first day of the…
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NINE-BALL by Wayne F. Burke
TIZZY felt himself jinxed; nothing he hit went in; he’d stopped expecting anything to drop. Defeated before he even shot: screwed, out-of-luck, royally fucked. But he could not lay down the cue (the wood glued to his palm). He thought of his wife, two kids, at home…And the month’s rent…
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Islands Abandoned by Tides by Margaret Kiernan
It snowed all day, a slanted insistence from the East, in a wind that never let up, the kitchen clock sounded a regular tik-tock. We sat, caught up in a slackhandedness, only our shelter in this storm connected us together and with nowhere to be, and nobody else about, our…
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Rainbows by Luisa Zambrotta
(Double Rainbow – Edinburgh Castle) Rainbows (optical phenomena occurring when white light is refracted into its spectrum of colours) are the subject of many stories, In Ireland, a common legend asserts that a “pot of gold” is to be found at the end of a rainbow, for the person lucky…
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The old professor | Mai Thảo by Nguyen
Thu. Photography Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm A short story in Vietnamese by Mai ThảoTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm [a body of work in progress – unedited] It poured the day he saw the old professor. The dike ran along the right bank of Sông Đáy between Ba Thá and Vân…
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Why not allow a tiny fraction of magical realism in existence by Bogdan Dragos
it’s a new world every time you step outside of your room every time you leave home every time you get out of your mind Happened to him about two days ago he barely cared enough to remember all he knew now was that he hadn’t been outside for at…
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Borrowing the Bath by neil Brosnan
“May God forgive me,” Mam would say, making the sign of the cross, “but the aul dog is the best of them!” She genuinely had a soft spot for our neighbour’s black collie, and would usually have a few morsels to hand whenever the scrawny creature would slink foraging to…
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From despair and solitude to hope. by Luisa Zambrotta
Over the Rainbow Somewhere over the rainbow, way up highThere’s a land that I heard of, once in a lullabySomewhere over the rainbow, skies are blueAnd the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true Someday I’ll wish upon a starAnd wake up where the clouds are far…
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