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| Ten Fugues by Heidelberg
| | Max Heidelberg had been writing fugues in his head since the age of sixteen. Over the subsequent... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 15-06-08 |
| Words: | 2592 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Pickpocket
| | Henry: Always in his tan overcoat, wandering the streets. Ed: A real honest to Christ god of what he does. Hands like that the guy could a been a pianist. Henry: Yeah. Lives in the hills now. Ed: All... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Dialogue | | Updated: | 24-01-08 |
| Words: | 1750 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Waiting
| | Harris: What’s on your mind? Pause. Harris: I don’t care what’s on your mind. Edward: Good. I wasn’t going to tell you. Harris: Fine. I wasn’t listening. Edward: I don’t care what you have... | | Words: | 3230 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| A Field in Wyoming
| | What can love be but the mounting suspicion that we shall someday lose it? It is the absence of fear... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 05-11-07 |
| Words: | 396 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Philip, One Day
| | My first impression of Philip was that he was blessed with ignorance. But not in the ordinary sense.... | | Words: | 1864 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| His Green Room
| | Dear Charles, There are many dangers involved in spending your life in a pale green room, not least of which is the open window looking at the scenery of a neighborâ??s brick wall. Or is that your own... | | Words: | 1196 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Great Shrinking Man
| | He was known throughout the city as The Great Shrinking Man; The Collapsible, Unalterable Handbag Man- Sometimes he took long rests in the handbags of fashionable women Without them knowing he was... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Allegory | | Updated: | 16-04-07 |
| Words: | 535 | | Comments: | 19 | | Status: | Public |
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| 1/15/07
| | Sins have a nasty way of carrying themselves on my shoulders; they... | | Words: | 221 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Antichrist in Philadelphia
| | This city has a dozen names, each one given by the lonely man who has walked down some alleyway to get away from himself. He has not succeeded and will not succeed. The spiny narrowness of the alley... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | prose | | Updated: | 25-02-07 |
| Words: | 2981 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Nameless Evening City
| | There is a secret location in memory where every wrinkled history finds a landmark in my unused geography. I dreamt this in what may have been a dream, near a river banking the outskirts of a nameless... | | Words: | 428 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Rage of Affect[at]ion
| | The Rage of Affect[at]ion I carry my heart with me everywhere, fastened to a long string of twine, attached to my ankle, and trailing faithfully behind me. It skips along the gutted thoroughfare,... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | satire | | Updated: | 04-01-07 |
| Words: | 1228 | | Comments: | 22 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Entropy
| | (Don Wan, dew knot foursake... | | Words: | 138 | | Comments: | 17 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Illness of Memory
| | (To be read aloud on a pitch-black stage by one actor.) Ariel and Andreas. Ariel. You haven't changed in the least. Andreas. You have changed considerably; you no longer bear a resemblance to your... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | drama | | Updated: | 10-05-06 |
| Words: | 2391 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Two Strangers
| | Rusty pelvises soaked up the heated night. They awoke to find the splattered remains of dreams and whiskey and cigarette stubs bruising the hard, red carpeted floor. They wrote their names and memoirs... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | modernity | | Updated: | 07-05-06 |
| Words: | 1975 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Reader |
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