| The boy; the girl; and the second boy.
| | She came along in that kind of way that presumed she was independent. Really, she wanted him to lean over and say something: “I’ve read that author" “Do you have the time?” “Excuse me, do... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | fiction | | Updated: | 13-08-08 |
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| Like Woolf
| | I imagine myself like her — back when electricity bulbs were merely future fascination; no blinks of the sun at the cheek of the ceiling. Wires were used for chicken coops and corset tails... music... | | Words: | 342 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| In Everything
| | Gillian headed straight towards the city. She needed stimulation, or distraction. She needed to cross strangers on the streets and remind herself that other stories besides her own existed,... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 11-11-07 |
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| Black Bee in the Room
| | Lunch hour started three minutes ago. Barely noon and the Deck Cafe is getting full. Groups of attendants working at the Universal Studios Japan theme park huddle together between tables trying to... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 05-11-07 |
| Words: | 1297 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Sando - Koyasan, Japan
| | I left Osaka with two things slung over my shoulder: a Jansport emptied of petty excuses, and a Canon Rebel ready to photograph landscapes of natural beauty. The JR train stopped at Namba station... | | Words: | 1485 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Oster-belly Crush Button
| | B E A T MOM sways her hips from side to side as she presses buttons on the Oster blender. She pretends it's a drum-pad synthesizer. The rattling commotion has pulled me out of bed, and I peek from the... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 10-10-07 |
| Words: | 2127 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Public |
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| Dreaming Upright
| | Sunset yawns between the clouds near the end of the train tracks, glistening a yellow sheet over the amber platform. The furry creatures I call my bovine family, and then some, crowd near the ledge... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 08-10-07 |
| Words: | 1865 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Changing Leaves - 34thParallel Contest
| | I realized as I stood at the street corner waiting for the walking green that the colors had changed, shaken off the maple trees. Autumn was falling ' purple leaves, and crimson leaves, and sunset... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 08-10-07 |
| Words: | 347 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Public |
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| Jug
| | Ali squeezed with all her strength. ??Mom! Can you bring me my jug from the cabinet in the dining room??? She would??ve gone herself but she was preoccupied with breast clenches. Ninety-seconds... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 29-08-07 |
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| Stop Clapping George
| | I might sleep better if I wash it, my pillow, it smells of dirty hair. Downey will likely lull me to... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 27-08-07 |
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| under sakura
| | K mounted his bike and pedaled in the most unlikely direction. The firmament looked hopeful after a night of rain and Tempozan Harbor smelled of changing leaves. 'E o-tenki' he thought ??what a... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 23-08-07 |
| Words: | 1030 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Hard-boiled Day Trips for a trio of Mexicans
| | I??m Mexican and I love it; but I didn??t used to. As a kid at Tice Elementary in Houston white-bred teachers would ask me if my family was Italian. I??d stretch my neck above my shoulders and... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 23-08-07 |
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| Mermaid Tears
| | ??British researchers discovered that small plastic pellets known as mermaids?? tears are poisoning the seas??(Hodge, Harper??s Feb. issue, p.100). So it seems we are the predators of our own... | | Words: | 551 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Dustin. Pear.
| | Dustin / Pear by Mario Zambrano ??GET A MOVE ON,?? she rattled. ??I??ve got two hash browns on back order an?? a family of five just walked in the door.?? Her gum had lost its flavor since a... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 13-08-07 |
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| Aprons and Pirouettes
| | My cousin Eliot pedaled his bike over the stars and landed in London ??emailed me saying that Modernism was walking the streets in stilettos. It was 4:01 in the morning and the tower clock was drunk,... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 11-08-07 |
| Words: | 670 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| the pup and the dandelion
| | The field was covered in mist when the pup and the dandelion opened their eyes. He was on his back with dew drops over his belly and smelled of wet carpet, tangled and down. While she, more upright... | | Words: | 331 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| 5:57
| | 5:57 Its like gel but not really. It's not transparent. It's more liquid based, more of an ooze texture that soaks into Wonder bread like sponge-love. And when it's boiled at exactly five minutes and... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 29-05-07 |
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