The Write Place
/…flaked out on the sofa, scribbling away in his note-book. His wife, Abbie, was curled up next to him, watching a reality TV show, while he worked on his latest short story. Later on they would…
By Chris Platt
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Before The Blood Clots
/…into the mysterious encounter between Aryan and Vidya…
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Aryan parked his car in the basement of a pub. It was a Saturday night, and he proceeded to have three shots of Jägermeister while waiting for his blind date…
By Anagh Datta
Read MoreLove Knocks
/…changed into her pajamas for the evening, as she did every evening after work. When depression ravaged Michelle’s senses, she crawled into bed, as she said it was evening…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreRoy Robinson Oxley’s...
/A Christian’s indoctrination…
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... days a week, 14 hours a day to keep the colony clean with that promise of a better future drilled into him, one filled with holy happiness and a heavenly afterlife. With no sanitation union coming to his support, he worked…
By CraigE
Read MoreDearly Departed
/…unfamiliar keys to let himself into his grandmother’s house. Her funeral had been a week ago. It was time to make a start on clearing out the terraced house she had lived…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA Little Conversation
/The memory of a little…
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…hand is on mine. Gently she squeezes. Then she spoke. “I heard something interesting the other day. I was wondering if you had ever heard of it.” She pauses. “It is easier to seek forgiveness than…
By M J Fairchild
Read MoreHappy Ending
/…chat over coffee with her best friend on a Saturday morning. If the weather permits, they'll go shopping. Levi sat on the maroon sectional and turned pages in the Seattle Times. He shook his head. A mix of frustration and resignation crossed his…
By Andy Cooper
Read MorePaving For Growth
/Growth and progress…
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For the longest time Poppa’s homeland featured one well maintained trail, going from the village towards the border,…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreA Paradox of Time
/…sun burns mercilessly bright and hot, and the desiccated earth below is dry and desolate from its searing radiation—a vast desert, a wide and open wasteland. It is utterly dead and…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreAn Altar to St.Medard
/A Cajun Tale, a praise to St.Medard…
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…lived atop the only hill on L’anse Gaieté. There he planted himself years ago. His wife Thérèse, lived there with…
By Barefoot Cajun
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