Category: Short Stories
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She didn’t know where to look the moment she stepped inside Fidel Architect the architect’s glamorous home and its modern mid-century rustic vibe. Her head nearly twisted off. She was stunned by the indoor waterfall and the size of the kitchen and all its shiny toys to cook and clean…
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Serena sat on a grassy knoll overlooking a meandering stream of cool water. She smoked a cigarette and thought about life. “Ignorant dullards the lot of them,” she said aloud to herself. She tossed the burning butt into the stream and watched it bob and weave its way to another…
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+ Magic apostle, Paul, Prayer, Sexual tension, Strange magician, Supernatural forces, Time interruption+
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I was standing in the grocery store looking at bread. My mind was kind of numb. I was thinking about a dream I had the night before where I placed an unwrapped Baby Ruth candy bar on the floor of a stall in a public bathroom and just left it…
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+ Alien Visitation, Aztecs, Buying bread, Mayans, Men’s socks, Native American history, The Yellow Wall-Paper+
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On the green and misty outskirts of Cincinnati, a man named Saul Revenge pauses in his driveway and looks at his blue house. His rust-orange suit is crumpled from a day of working and living. Everything seems intact beneath a cantaloupe and baby-blue cotton colored sky streaked with bruise gray.…
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+ Bakery, Bread, Cincinnati, Creative Writing, Food Chain, Muffins, Sales, Short Story, Work Performance+
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The walls of the room where I was being kept were a sickly yellowish orange color. Perhaps more akin to the color of a bleached peach. On one of the walls was a large painting of a maniacal-looking man holding a moldy orange in each of his hands.
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 