Tag: Short Fiction
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Flittering filth and glass lenses. The dais waits under fuzzy white light. The podium is propped. The whole of the stage is green. The audience whispers of ghost sightings and Christmas cookies on a white plate with a red and green design. A glass of milk gently shakes; a ripple…
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+ Bills, Bombing, Brick, Creative Writing, Fiction, Green, Lenses, Marijuana, Paycheck, Podium, Raid, Rush, Short Fiction, Short Story, Work+
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I ordered two kitchen sinks because I’m crazy. They’re for my blue pastel villa in Italy. The blue is cerulean and at night reflects the yellow light of the outside lamps in shapes resembling swaths of butter pads. It’s a reclusive place that sits near the water. It’s two levels…
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I spun the little silver spark wheel of yet another cheap cigarette lighter while looking out the window at laughter. What are you feeling anyways? Doldrums and doll parts. Synergy and the cycloptic hard on. Cordial Campari and warm butterscotch on my acid-tainted tongue. Rubies. Opals. Black eyes and black…
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I went to get a haircut today but instead I got cut by the jabberwocky of life. I never even got to the place because of a traffic jam and chaos. There was some idiot bigot parade going on and things got out of hand. I saw police in riot…
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Josiah climbed out of the car. He had been feeling nervous about just sitting in a stolen vehicle. He needed to stretch his legs, anyway. He strolled around the hospital parking lot for a while enjoying the sunshine, the smell of spring, and his freedom. But something was nagging at…
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We just can’t anymore. This abysmal toast of every morning. The spotted sunrise. The opiate day curtains. The panic, the tremors, the heart rushes, the worry, the candy fevers. The daily death of dreams. Cracked crystal balls leaking hopeless futures. The bombs, the broken babies, the bazooka douchebags and their…
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+ Black Comedy, Culture, Dark Humor, Dystopian, Fiction, Might Want to be Mature, Oddball, Short Fiction+
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It was at a Red Lobster restaurant on the outskirts of Peoria, Illinois when the nervousness really kicked in. I was sipping on a cranberry Boston iced tea and thinking about the loneliness of the sea at the same time I was looking out the window at the savage ravages…
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In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in the air And the cackles of the unloving haunt lonely hotel halls and rooms Where the color of the walls is warm wounded gauze and infection And the static of…
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She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately. I suppose you could say it’s my favorite color now. It was green for a long time due to my inebriation for nature. Then it was blue because I like…
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There are broken bones on the floor of the pharmacy. Some poor soul with a banana phone steps over intricate bloodlines as he shops for a birthday card for his long-lost niece. He has somehow forgotten she has died. That she fell off a cliff on the coast of Wales.…
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+ Bullets in School, Hot Dogs, Ketchup, Pharmacy, Shoe Shopping, Short Fiction, Solitaire, Stevie Nicks, Wales+
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 