Category: Short Story
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Sculpted by Victoria Male
“So, you’re the so-called ‘excellent supplicant’ of mine who called me a bitch then vomited in my temple.” Pygmalia scrambled to her knees and pressed her head to the floor, internally cursing herself regarding its dusty state. In Pyg’s defense, she had not expected the goddess of love and…
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The Taxi Driver by Alexandra Carcel
The woman on the street corner looked just like his mother. He stared at her, watching as she slipped around the corner, skirt swishing around her ankles. He blinked, and she was gone. The doctor shook himself and looked at his watch. If he didn’t catch a taxi soon,…
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Drowning by Jim Bates
“You kids be careful,” my aunt called to us as we raced out the door. “I’ll be down in a minute after I finish…” My guess was that she was going to say, “After I finish taking the last tray of cookies out of the oven.” But my brother…
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Redemption by Daniel Norman
My life changed after I punched a fourteen-year-old kid in the nose—understandably. When I did it, I was a 39 year old father of two, former Air Force, and an airline pilot. Now, after I busted Karl’s nose and cheek bone, I’m 41, an ex-con, and a bartender in a…
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Romantique by Jonathan B. Ferrini
“I live in a world of spring showers of acrylic and watercolor droplets painting the score on the pavement of a Chopin Nocturne.” These were the last words my brother said to me ten years ago at dad’s funeral. I welcomed the opportunity to see him and express my…
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Freedom by Gretchen Gossett
I often wonder if Azari would’ve been okay if I’d kept my secret to myself. Maybe she would’ve gone home to her parents, settled for a husband she’d learn to love. When I first saw Azari strutting across campus in her platform heels, low cut blouse, and miniskirt that revealed…
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Fiery Quilt by Nandy Dibyasree
The Seamstress. That was what she was known as, the most omniscient witch in all of existence. She held in her palms the tapestries of every world amidst the crevices that peered through time and space. Each era, each incident, each recollection, was etched into her omnipotent needles. Regarded as…
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Gold by Jim Bates
Wearing a pink tank top and tights, Lindsey Copeland danced out of her corner into the center of the ring. Her opponent, a kid named Frankie she knew from her seventh-grade art class, approached her confidently. She could see him smirking and she knew exactly what he was thinking. You’re…
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Rain Requiem by Lynda Webb
You left me behind, walking with Brahms in your ears. Outside, nature’s conductor slashed her baton and created bayside darkness with one stroke. Thunder growled and I thought it was the garbage truck’s percussive movement down the salt and sand packed macadam. Facing the Gulf, the ocean pranced, cat paws…