Short Stories
Heartbeat, Lovely, Infallible - March 31, 2011
This spring, we will handcraft our home.
We’ll start with a library. The shelves will be made from the wood of the dead trees in the backyard. The trees where the holes are deep and hollow, hiding owls and worms. Holes large enough to hide you if you wanted the...
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Death’s Grip - March 12, 2011
It was dark at first; as though a cloak of shadow and despair had enveloped the world. All that could be heard was the gentle rhythm of a waterfall, like the sound of thousands of tears, falling in unison. Aala knew where she was. She closed her eyes and imagined the small lake that lay before her....
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Letters to Lester - March 1, 2011
Dear Lester,
I’m having a horrible time, on the boat to Australia from England. My Father keeps on talking to himself about how he is going to find lots of gold nuggets, when he goes mining in Ballarat.
On the boat, we don’t have much accommodation. We sleep on bunk beds, with sacks of flour...
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Just Another Day - March 1, 2011
Steven was walking with his mates along the almost-frozen road separating the school and their houses. School had just ended for the day and the boys were looking forward to playing on Rob’s new NES console. Shuffling the best that they could in the weather towards Rob’s house, the boys...
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We Will Be Together Again - March 1, 2011
1940.
--Elena--
WE cling onto each other with all the energy we had, as if we were trying to meld into each other, leave an imprint of each other on ourselves. The fabric of his uniform, one of a soldier's, rubbed against my cheek, rubbing away the tears i shed as they fell without pause.
Finally...
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A Normal Letter - March 1, 2011
Mr. Charles, 146 Deston
Route three, room 423
Senton Arkansas.
The return address was dirty and impossible to read. Except for that, there was only one abnormality about it: it was sent in 1013 A.D and was asking for troops to help them win the Byzantium empire back.
Mr....
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My Little Angel - March 1, 2011
Jenny Adams wove her way through the dark streets of New York as she searched for him. Charles. They have been corresponding by mail for 13 months and had now finally agreed to meet. She remembered her reaction when she found another letter from him on her mailbox months ago. She immediately...
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Roadkill Love - February 27, 2011
Roadkill Love sent to me from heaven above found him where the hiway sign said curve ahead an eighteen wheeler had trashed his body, but missed his head.
Got out my spatula and plastic sack, scraped and scraped, and put him in the trunk in back. Roadkill Love.
Took him home to my lonely place, his...
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Once Protecter and the water Snipe - February 27, 2011
"I'm gone. Did you hear me Tom?" Grimmid muttered, waving his hand he threw a round-about rock so that it belly skidded on the rivers tranquil surface. His patince had finally run out like the water would soon within the river.
He was three years older than me and basically who I wanted to be.
I...
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Fickle - February 25, 2011
Let me be plain as rain and bright as gold, Jashwa Austin I do not love you.
Aye, I kissed you in the rain, gesturing quick with the crook of my little finger when Mrs. Perkisins wasn't looking. Old Ma says I outta stay away from your fense. I have to listen to what she says.
I let you smell my...
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The Coyote and the Old Timer - February 25, 2011
The old man stepped out from his warm cabin into the cold morning air; he reckoned it to be about 15 degrees above zero. His dog’s were jumping and barking on their chains. He spoke to his dogs as if they were his children. Sorry girls and boys, not today, this is my hunt...
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Long Dream - February 24, 2011
The rain poured, like slick blood, over the grim shadow of what used to be the man, but had long sense ceased to be anything more than simple existence, a dry machine of taking in and out the aiar. In his hand he held a possession and guarded it well against the water. The road was dark which cut...
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The master's forgotten item - February 22, 2011
It was the fate of a pen that brought them together.
Or wether it was the pen Kate stopped over, or that she was carrying five thick Stephen King Novels too many on her way out the library. Possibly it was Kate's scroungyness to cling to possessions which often got lost. The leading factor was yet...
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Humor - February 19, 2011
The mother of all snake battles!
People who know me; know that I believe that truth is sacred!
I was forced to kill a rattlesnake the other morning for invasion of privacy and personal property. Personal because he crawled under my chair while I was sitting in my chair drinking a early...
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February 14, 2011
There's no title that could explain what I'm feeling.
Hate is painted on the walls. Painted over my sorrow, painted over my forgiveness. What's left of my love has been covered over by a dark black coat. You've painted my life black, taken away the color. I no longer see the...
