| O Kanaloa
| | I laid the bright, almost neon orange two-piece bathing suit before the concierge. It was one of those old-fashioned kinds, modest, the bottom like shorts. “Something must’ve happened to her!”... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 29-05-08 |
| Words: | 700 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Invisible
| | This is the text message Amanda sent: hey wassup-damn man. i saw quinn n steve mkg out outsd the... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 27-05-08 |
| Words: | 294 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Rebel without a Clue
| | Marty was still feeling sorry for herself three weeks after he broke up with her. Her best friend, Olivia, came home a couple of days ago from UCLA. Squirming on the sofa, Olivia adjusted her short... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 12-05-08 |
| Words: | 402 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Waiting in Hope's Cafe (Revised)
| | The crisp white shirt, in stunning contrast against his syrup-colored skin, was still fresh and smelled of starch. Ari Atabay looked at his watch, relieved he was able to snag a table in the crowded... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 08-05-08 |
| Words: | 1534 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Speed Dating
| | Bachelor I “Hi, I’m Camille, how are you?” “I’m fine, thanks. I’m Les. How are you?” “Great.” “So what do you do for a living?” “I’m a stock broker--you?” “I’m an... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 01-05-08 |
| Words: | 993 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| HER
| | She stunned me when I first laid eyes on her--a thin, sleek, and dark beauty. The impulse to touch her was too great. I ran my fingers all over her smooth body and she didn’t protest. It was the... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 17-04-08 |
| Words: | 676 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Splinter Group wee 32
| | “Ms. Highmen doesn’t care about women of color and our sorority. She told me to leave those... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 16-04-08 |
| Words: | 157 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Kid named Moondoggie: My Childhood with Hippies
| | I hate my parents for not getting me circumcised when I was a baby. They believed it should be my choice. Guess what?—now that I want it, because it’s so much more hygienic, I’m too scared to... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 14-04-08 |
| Words: | 1319 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Reader |
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| MOB
| | “I am sorry. I am so thirsty. This is hard for me. My English not so good. I would like water, please…” While coughing, she softly touched one of her heavily bruised eyes. I could barely see... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 13-04-08 |
| Words: | 1987 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Etude: No Exit
| | “Will you change the station, honey? Her shrill voice cut like a ginzu into his reverie. “I hate this bridge…” Why can’t she do it herself?—the bitch. He bites off a hangnail and chews.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 12-04-08 |
| Words: | 321 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Words
| | Words are like people—they don't necessarily mean anything to you until you imbue them with life or until they color your life. PIG My grandfather, or lolo, my mom’s father, had forty pigs... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 08-04-08 |
| Words: | 755 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Friday Night Delight
| | She grabs the long stiff thing and caresses it--it’s been a while since she has touched it—and... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 06-04-08 |
| Words: | 289 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Chain of Believers
| | Shane was tall, rugged, and huge like a grizzly with charm that drew in bad-to-the-bone ex-cons. He supposed it must have been because he could down a staggering amount of whiskey chased with beer,... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 06-04-08 |
| Words: | 992 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Veronica (Part Une)
| | Veronica didn’t notice four street people she just passed within twenty yards of each other asking for money, her mind somewhere far. Two thick braids rested on her collarbone, and under heavy dark... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 05-04-08 |
| Words: | 1552 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Birth of a Writer
| | “Sculptors are superior to painters, Simon, and you know it. Please, pass the pepper, Caitlin.” Caitlin enjoys their repartee, which she normally never gets in the way of. She has never dared. He... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 02-04-08 |
| Words: | 1154 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Mars Black (Revised)
| | What kind of man was I before I met Sonja? Before I killed Sonja? I keep thinking about what she said once, “I paint to know I’m not dead, which is totally different from doing it to feel... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 01-04-08 |
| Words: | 4001 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Secret Asian Man (Revised)
| | I was guarding my little brother’s brand new Radio Flyer alongside my ten-speed bike, which were on the front lawn. On the steps I was reading one of The Sweet Valley High series, wondering why... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 01-04-08 |
| Words: | 977 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| To Each His Own
| | Ben and two childhood buddies were each having a smoothie across the street from Sproul Plaza. All three were home from college. Sweaty from cycling for two and a half hours up in the Berkeley hills,... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 31-03-08 |
| Words: | 1104 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Locket
| | Manuelo would wait under an ancient balete tree every Sunday for Amparo to return from church. One Sunday, after months of watching her, she spotted him squatting while sucking on sugar cane.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 30-03-08 |
| Words: | 1447 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Short Blue Dress and Silver Stilettos
| | I went straight to my baby brother as soon as I walked into the room. I straightened his tie, though it was already straight. I touched his cold hand and forehead and black hair thinking--maybe I... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 25-03-08 |
| Words: | 1117 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Not This Time--Wee 30
| | While holding the frozen package, he said, “Should I defrost these thighs for tomorrow’s dinner,... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 24-03-08 |
| Words: | 100 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Walk on the Avenue
| | You, the lady who asks for money so you can feed your kids and grandkids, I hope you don't see me coming. I don’t know what your kids do, but they need to help you a little with their own kids,... | | Words: | 1397 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Butterflysnaps (Revised)
| | As I lie in bed in this bare room, I can’t ascertain whether I had actually done something wrong. And If I did, I can’t remember it. All I know is I keep thinking about my butterfly collection and... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 21-03-08 |
| Words: | 3354 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Excerpt from my slow-going novel
| | *Melinda's Cal's mom and Audrey the voice of anorexia. MOG stands for Mothers of Obese Girls. Cal is the eighteen-year old protagonist 3 As Melinda rang the doorbell, she heard conversation with... | | Words: | 1529 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Bathroom Ghost
| | About a year ago a woman in limbo reached out to me. That’s right, she’s dead--she slit her wrists in the tub. I was using the upstairs bathroom at her house when I heard someone say something.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 17-03-08 |
| Words: | 2786 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Mind What You Say
| | He thought he’d give his wife a break, so he brought their three-year old daughter with him to... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 16-03-08 |
| Words: | 122 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Diamonds--wee challenge #29
| | Her grandmother used to wear them almost every day, she remembered, and how careless she was with... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 16-03-08 |
| Words: | 106 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Yaya
| | I was five then, sitting on the rooftop, shirtless, nanny or yaya, as I called her, was putting my hair up into a coconut tree bun on top of my head. When she was done, I looked below and saw my... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 15-03-08 |
| Words: | 769 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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