Fiction

  • Lifespan of Loss

    There once was a man and that man lost fifty coins in a business deal and was understandably disappointed. In a few days, he forgave himself, both the loss of coin and of his mind, and got back to the...

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  • A Typewritten Page

    It was a typewritten page. At first I had assumed it had been a laser printout, from a computer, or, these days, from a tablet, or even a phone. But no, it was an actual typewritten page. There were n...

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  • No Pixie Dust

    “There’s no magic,” he said, with spewing vitriol. “Why do you insist on this silliness?”
    “It’s not silly. And you’d know that if you let your guard down.”
    “I tried that. Over and over. I was raised...

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  • Hopeful Fog

    She likes dismal as I like blood. We’re the exes who became best friends, only we’ve never been together. She’s the best friend I never really knew, and that’s likewise just as true in reverse.
    Drivi...

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  • Impending Storm

    There’s a grey indecisiveness to the mood of the sky today, above the ocean, her anger slowly building, past my perspective, beyond the curved horizon, there’s a new storm at brew, the tickling of a r...

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  • Insurrection Reflected

    And he looked o’er the broad sea and to the curved horizon beyond, and sought peace, but found naught. And he drank from the deepest fount, from the waters cooled of the depths of time, and sought pea...

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  • The Baker

    But my fate was chosen before I grew wise, and my fate was to cook, to heat, and to give sustenance to the many. The pain I avoided a great many times, with prudence and alertness, I kept my fingers f...

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  • You told me there was more, outside the small window in the bare wood door, more to see, to know, to feel, to explore. I was a superhero, in your eyes, in my multicolored dreams and multifaceted yearn...

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  • Frank's Grandfather

    He looked like his grandfather, only strangely older. He wasn’t of course. That would be impossible. Chronologically.
    But in other ways, many ways, Frank acted and seemed as old as the Appalachians. ...

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  • Waking Dreams

    I realized when I woke several mornings at three-thirty that I had interrupted another me, from some faded mirror reality not quite mine, in the sense of this world, this dimension, this reality, but ...

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