Category: Short Story
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The Jump by Jim Bates
I didn’t expect so many people to be standing around on the cliff overlooking the Yellow Knife River, but there were, maybe fifteen or so, mostly young folks in their twenties just hanging out, joking around and having a good time, everyone looking tan and fit. It was honestly not…
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Un ‘Ecrivain Français by Michael Grignon
Deep into a meditative journey, I find myself perched at a table in the back of Café Le Rêve. Tucked underneath a crimson awning, I have a partial, but adequate view of the boulevard that stretches in front of me. The restaurant is silent except for the sounds of another…
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Starless Skies by Bethany Webb
“You know, there’s a star in the sky for every wish on the ground,” her grandmother whispered, her wink not visible by the eye, but easy to hear from her voice. Alesia and her grandmother lay in the grass of her parent’s pasture, looking up at the sky dotted…
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Unlearning Him by Huina Zheng
My father was once the person I feared most and tried hardest to please. He ruled our home like an emperor, and we all learned to read his face before speaking. When I began excelling academically in middle school, he finally noticed me, which was remarkable for a man whose…
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Used Steinways by Jonathan Ferrini
Where’s Momma?” “Passed out cold from her morning fix. “My gang members are lookin’ for a score and think there’s money inside a storefront full of old pianos.” “How’s your gang going to steel a store full of pianos?” “Those are Steinway pianos and handmade from…
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Written Word by Gail Brown
Firelight flickered in the faces of excited children. They squealed with delight as Sabina punctuated the story with gestures. Especially if the fire sparked at the perfect time. She lengthened the pauses, to be sure the whole audience understood the message between the words. That message would be different…
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Burn Down the Rejections by Cithara Patra
Sometimes, I want to burn everything I’ve created into ashes. Let every page go up in smoke, every word turned into dust. Let no one know about my stories. Every poem will cease to exist. After all, that’s what everyone wants. That’s what they claim. I’m not good enough. I’m…
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Holiday Traffic by Victor McConnell
There were three people who could have seen what happened but did not. The road beneath the slope on which the bighorn sheep frolicked curved around a bend in the river, and at that bend there was an eddy that held trout in the shadows, which attracted a fisherman who…
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Raritan by Ronald Micci
Summer swept down from the hills in a sudden burst of rain, bathing the dry leaves in a hot, dreamy soup, wending its way toward the river as it swooshed in slithering streams, catfish clever, flipping and floundering, a rushing torrent of mud froth, gasping for air as it gurgled…