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Fat Free
“I know, right?” She agrees, clicking her tongue. I try, but I can’t stop staring at her mouth. Her teeth are so white now, they’re almost blue and the effect makes her lips and tongue look like cream...
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You Are
*This piece is part of an ongoing short story* You can read parts one through thirteen HERE! It doesn’t take Helena long to realize Bitty knows nobody. The youth hostel has let her reinvent the meaning...
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Shake Down
*This piece is part of an ongoing short story* You can read parts one through fourteen HERE! She doesn’t see a doorbell, so instead knocks a somewhat non-committal knock, half hoping it won’t be...
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My My, Sharona
*This piece is part of an ongoing short story* You can read parts one through fifteen HERE! Gladys inhales deeply. Even the measly electronic cig manages to get her blood pumping in her euphoria. Sure...
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Define Crap
*This piece is part of an ongoing short story* You can read parts one through sixteen HERE! Helena sits in the mint colored booth, dressed in a flannel plaid shirt and jeans that most women Mrs....
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Empty
*This piece is part of an ongoing short story* You can read parts one through seventeen HERE! The gray, floor length sheers billow with the force of the floor vent below them as Gladys opens the front...
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The End
*This piece is part of an ongoing short story* You can read parts one through nineteen HERE! Gladys can see what looks like the school Principal standing outside the doorway of the hospital room. He...
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On Me
Once finished the rigors of publicly posting snippets of a short story, while in the process of writing it, what does one do? Why…torment one’s self further, of course. You must know (RIGHT?) that...
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Uphill
A solution for nothing and not a thing to be solved, death loses him. From the top of the hill, the tall fawn grass waves in the wind like the fringes we used to cut into the bottoms of our brown-bag...
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Fifty Shades of Craze
Driving this morning, contemplating my woes—plenty of material for long journeys—I hear the radio DJ’s talking about the sequel to Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker. And it got me thinking....
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