The Terrified Warrior
/…was the bravest they had.
He was hiding in a cave and trembling like a child…
He was well familiar with the adage, “Courage is…
By Alexander Zoltai
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It's All Relative
/Workplace Politics often find their own resolution.
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…heads turned toward the suddenly thrust forefinger pointing at the ceiling. The wide-eyed face with slightly gaping mouth alerted the gathering a conclusion existed. The period of mentation lasted only momentarily before Camilla…
By Robert L. Scarry
Read MoreSnow Games with Bull and Ibe
/Animals and dating drama
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…a thin film of snow covering the meadow and every inch on the farm. Almost everyone was outside playing in the snow. The calves were, spending some of their last moments on the farm, rolling around in the snow covered hill. The temperature was just right for these activities. Soon these youngins would be…
By Alex Almeida
Read MoreRedemption
/… lived the wrong life—gave up what he should have kept—gained a curse he couldn’t control…
He’d roamed the Boreal Forest for seven years, destroying nearly everything in sight—literally destroying nearly everything he came upon, with his eyesight—evoking flames merely by looking at something when the execration of the curse was upon…
By Alexander Zoltai
Read MoreRunaway Mother
/A boy grapples with his mother's abandonment through lies.
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…sitting with my older sister Nancy, we catch snatches of conversation. Dreamer. Unfit mother.
Images rise to my mind: Dark wit, contracting temper, triggered by a loose dish or something…
By Yash Seyedbagheri
Read MoreDirge
/…had become dehydrated. Trees poured out saffron. Brittle straws clung to mother earth, there was a stream of orange lawn. The soil was made of sand. It caved in and became hollow. A hole in the soil where I slept in awakening. I felt nothing first. Then a hunger rose. I ate my hunger, I walked in a dream. Dream of life. There was silence in my heart. It whispered an autumnal dirge, there was a war. And I was a wounded…
By Mehreen Ahmed
Read MoreThe Unexpected Mythic Quest
/…most ordinary folk, the day was not special—fluffy clouds, warmth, and a regular routine.
For the Centaur and the Dragon, the day was Epochal—never had a day like this dawned.
The Centaur’s name was Nautal, the Dragon’s…
By Alexander Zoltai
Read MoreEarly to the Show
/Visiting the 1931 theater each summer, reminds me of the rigid in-place modis operandi, of certain managers regarding this historical landmark.
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…the white clapboard Art Deco Theater, patrons drifted into small groups on a warm summer's evening.
People ignored other…
By Antoni Ooto
Read MoreSundays at the Zoo
/…her white paper parasol with pink cherry blossoms printed on it raised it above her head, Cybill walked past the line of those standing at the ticket booth and pushed her way through the revolving metal bars and entered the zoo. Going past the swans sitting in the dark gray water of the pond she acknowledged them with a quick nod, and then did the same with the giraffes standing at the fence of their pen as she passed…
By Steve Carr
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