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Category: Short Story
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Goddess of the Beach by Zack Taft
She settled herself into the warm sand; her eyes closed for a moment. It felt like a dream. She was barefooted and wearing a red dress, a floppy straw hat, and oversized sunglasses. “Grampa, will you stop that?” He was doing an embarrassing dance on the white sand, mumbling…
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A Victorian Affair by Perry Genovesi
When Ellen landed at the tunnel’s end, she noticed, under clouds of soot, a lone rowhome. It appeared like the thousands across the city – three stories, all brick, cornbread-yellow shutters. Each window was dirt-coated or bathed in shadow. What was it doing here, in the ruins of an old…
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Too Many Heavens by Bill Schillaci
The homes atop Pine Crest, the highest road in the town, were baronial and of another age, even with the obvious modernizations, the central AC units secreted behind muscular rhododendron bushes, the security cameras bolted to the roof soffits and the automatic sprinkler heads and child-safe trampolines in the front…
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While She Sleeps by Bob Tomolillo
Last night my Icelandic wife spoke Spanish in her sleep. “Es muy importante,” she said. Many years ago she vacationed in Barcelona. Sometimes she sleeps with her arms outstretched. “There are a lot of people in my head at night,” she says, as I help her slip…
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If the Men in My Life Had Thoughts by Abbey Comey
I want to talk to Sloane, but I don’t want her to think that I’m asking her on a date, so I ask her to come with me to get my tetanus shot. I had my last one when I was nine, and I can I I still remember how…
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The Goal of All Life by Eliot Rite
A stain of chemicals and a pound of flesh are all it takes to enter. Such a fee is marginal as the true cost is time. As days swell to weeks in a trimester or three they burst out on all fours sleeping at the starting line, awaiting the cord…
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Oh Where, Oh Where Has Our Little Boy Gone? by Eileen Sateriale
This piece was selected in honor of Veteran’s Day and all of the men and women who lost their lives in defense of this country’s honor. “The Secretary of Defense informs you that Corporal Bruce Graham is missing in action. Last seen, Seoul, South Korea, March 8, 1953,” said the…
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Waves by Casey Shelley
Waves rock the boat back and forth: they’re used to it. Tired eyes are a reminder that this is far from the first wedding they’ve attended. “How much longer, Dave?” Kate places her bare hand on top of his “I can’t take much more.” “Just a little more,…
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Orange Juice by Jim Bates
“Damn you, Eric!” I yelled. “Quit being such a jerk!” I knew I shouldn’t swear but, hell (sorry), he had pushed it too far. All morning long my older brother had been teasing me, calling names like elephant ears and dog breath, giving me wedgies and, in general, making…