Death by Fire or Ice
/…of her benefactors were dead. Even Robert. Her Robert. She could close her eyes and still feel his gentle touches and the warmth of his tender lips lovingly hovering over her…
By Hazel Dains
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The Wall
/As he had done countless times…
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…back to the worst day of his life, January 21, 1970. He was 100 yards away from the ammunition truck when it blew up, killing 12 of his Army buddies. He would never forget the gruesome scene, the dismembered and burning bodies. As he had done countless times, he touched the names…
By Pete Black
Read MoreJust Sayin'
/…had been writing stories for as long as he could remember. Growing up, his free-time had been spent either reading a book, or writing one. Now, in his late twenties, what had started out as something to occupy him on childhood rainy afternoons, had become such a rewarding pastime. There was no thrill like writing, the putting together of ideas and words until they became living, breathing…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreFinding TP
/…my mom sent me to the market yesterday:
She wrote a list of some specific items needed for the soup we were going to cook.
Some of the items on the list were; Oil, Scent pepper, Garri, Black fish, Stockfish, and Meat, and TP.
The prices of these items were…
By The_Penman
Read MoreHot Stuff
/…looked at the menu. There was so much to choose from. The Indian restaurant hadn’t been open that long, a couple of weeks, and he’d been promising his friends he’d take them once it was open for business. He took a swig of draft lager and looked at the menu again. There were the dishes he recognised, and some others that sounded really…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreRescued from the Trash
/Tabitha was emptying the wastebasket...
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…when she found Stephen’s three wadded-up typewritten pages. After knocking off the cigarette ashes and smoothing out the pages, she began to read. It was good, and she wondered how the story ended. Tabitha was keenly aware that her…
By Pete Black
Read MoreSuffering Pleasure
/…candles throughout my Studio apartment not so much as to create a romantic or Gothic ambience, but instead to be able to navigate around my four hundred square foot living space with a small amount of light. Evidently, it seems my memory has been…
By Judge Burdon
Read MoreHaving An Equal Right...
/When a new girl arrives…
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…on the border there was a farm divided equally in half. One side was owned by Momma, Poppa, and Paulie while the other belong to another viewpoint. Appointed moderator the zebra was the acting referee in the simple farming life to a family who had a rich aristocratic…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreNot Our Type
/…you remember her? Skinny, feisty kid, few years younger than you. Her family were not our sort. Non aspirational. Still live in that miserable neighbourhood we left years ago. Trouble from the start. Running wild. Had a child in her teens. Stillborn thankfully, imagine her as a mother! Any normal person would welcome a…
By Margaret Karim
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