Thunderbirds and Firebirds
/This is a short story from…
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…or nothing for sixty-nine miles. I didn’t think my mother’s 54 Pontiac had it in her to go that far. I pulled off the highway, cranking the…
By Tam Francis
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Arthen: Finding Oneself
/Do these pages keep you intrigued
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…father of Martha places his left palm on the young woman’s forehead. “I command the erase of memories.” He commends his wife with a…
By Ace
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/…walked quickly down Manchester’s city streets. The pavements were busy with early evening people, either on their way home from work, shopping or socialising, or on their way out the night. A swagger of young lads walked by, all aftershave and fresh haircuts. Patrick side-stepped and moved around them, today he had a swagger of his…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreSlapstick Blues
/…liked nothing better than to put on his best hat, hitch a ride from Hud-dle Creek up to Baton Rouge, and spend his day off in a dark theatre watching the mov-ing pictures. He paid his seven cents for the ticket, went around the side entrance, and climbed the steps to the balcony. The matinee featured his favorite, Buster Keaton, in The Balloonatic and Our Hospitality, and there would be short movies…
By DC Diamondopolous
Read MoreThe Director
/A night of poor decisions unnecessary risks and love
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…had just scored eighty bucks in crack from the black dudes in the Sugar Hill neighborhood. The car I'm driving burns oil and produces a trail of gray smoke still visible at night. Adding to the car's unique characteristics, the license plates are stolen from an abandoned car in South…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreMaking All Things New
/…had already forgotten about the doorbell. It happened often at his apartment complex. Somebody buzzed the wrong room or some kids went around buzzing every room. He had grown accustomed to it after four years of living…
By Riley Winchester
Read MoreThe Bell Tower
/…Langston Penniman sat on the edge of his bed, stretching his black fingers. Everything had either twisted up on him or shrunk except his stomach. Once six-foot-five, he now plunged to six two, still tall, but not the imposing dignitary he once was standing behind the lectern in front of his…
By DC Diamondopolous
Read MoreSwimming in Place
/…afternoon, mother and son bonded with a game of eight ball played on the table next to the Olympic-sized swimming pool. The help, taking a respite from cleaning, serving, and bartending, surreptitiously eyed Mother expertly lining-up combinations, her sarong pulled high above her…
By Michael Ellman
Read MoreSpearheading
/…capitol was far noisier than expected. Mother and father told him stories of their time at court of course, but stories were never a substitute for the real thing. He received an overhead view on his way into the city from the back of Gerrion. His familiar provided an excellent means of…
By Logan Berry
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/…figured this would be an easy gig. Just one of the several guys providing security for the concert. Different story if this had been a band favored by a rowdy crowd – like Metallica or the Rolling Stones. No, this one featured the pop duo Dawn and Divo, teenage heart throbs. Still, the qualification to serve as security was to be imposing. At 6’3” and 230 pounds with combat experience, Zack fit the bill. He’d been…
By John Baldwin
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