Short Fiction
2 min
We were poor, but hopeful. Two students on scholarships without parental support, dreaming of bright futures. We had not known wealth as children, and our poverty did not oppress us. We married ou
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Short Fiction
The Space Between
Georgia lies in bed, eyes closed, curled into a ball, listening to the soft tick-tick-tick from the clock in the living room as it counts down the minutes until morning. The minutes tick into hours
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Short Fiction
The Guerrillas' Rucksacks
Within a few weeks of her escape, the girl outgrew her only dress and had nothing to wear. Trying not to make a fuss, I gave her something of mine. She thanked me. She looked so ashamed. That she, a
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Short Fiction
The Story Tree
When I was a kid, I was very nervous about what I would be when I grew up. It honestly consumed me. I was constantly trying new things so I could see what felt right. At seven years old, I begged my
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Short Fiction
Only the Worms Know
Every morning when I wake up, I lean out my window to say hello to Mom. She doesn't reply, but that's okay. She never was a good listener, even before she was buried in our backyard.
My brothe ... [+]
My brothe ... [+]
Short Fiction
Joey Button
Joey Button didn't know how long he'd been peddling his bike when he saw it, but whenever he'd recall the moment, he'd remember that his legs were tired, so it'd probably been a while. It didn't
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Short Fiction
Slice of Life
1 min
Swimming Home
Twenty years ago, I took my daughter, Sara, to the ocean for her fourth birthday. She just learned to dog paddle, and proudly walked up to anyone in sight, saying, "I can swim." The sea was calm, so I
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Short Fiction
Mirror, Mirror
There once was a glassblower who lived by the sea. In the daring years of his youth, the glassblower would pull all kinds of strange and wonderful shapes from out of colored glass. He blew neon spires
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Short Fiction
Memory Sands
I woke up from an untroubled sleep and remembered nothing.
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Some days I envy Gregor Samsa. He woke up from a troubled sleep and found himself transformed into a giant ... [+]
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Some days I envy Gregor Samsa. He woke up from a troubled sleep and found himself transformed into a giant ... [+]
Short Fiction
Knitting for Leo
My mother taught me to knit.
Back then, knitting was a necessity, not some artisan craft like it is today. She would get patterns from women's magazines and cheap wool from the market. She ... [+]
Back then, knitting was a necessity, not some artisan craft like it is today. She would get patterns from women's magazines and cheap wool from the market. She ... [+]
Short Fiction
Save the Date
They did it for the hell of it. They knew they wouldn't last. Their friends knew; their families knew; even their dog knew, though it wasn't invited to the wedding.
It was fun, especially when they ... [+]
It was fun, especially when they ... [+]
Short Fiction
Slice of Life
2 min
Half The Sweetness
My older sister Nancy and I walk down the street together. In our hands are plastic grocery bags that smell like shame and old onions. We are going trick-or-treating. I know we're getting too old fo
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Short Fiction
She Don't Fade
There's a ghost in my house. I hear her singing.
A little girl. Why is it always a little girl?
The light through the window is barely enough to see by, but the sky outside is very pale. Clouds ... [+]
A little girl. Why is it always a little girl?
The light through the window is barely enough to see by, but the sky outside is very pale. Clouds ... [+]
Short Fiction
Broken Nights, Shattered Glass
Straight out of high school Mick's uncle landed Mick and me second-shift jobs at a textile factory. I asked Mick what the company manufactured. Gigantic rolls of something, he said. From three until
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Short Fiction
The Waiting
Near Paulo's home, in the rich deep earth, dark eggs lay. They waited for decades, to be brought to hatch. When they hatched, they hatched death, or dismemberment, bursting forth with all the energy
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Short Fiction
Absolution
It was real cold that night, not just Miami cold, and it was late. I'd had to wait until the girls were asleep to go out into the pre-Christmas lunacy of the mall because my wife and I were keeping
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