Category: Short story

Welcome to your new artistic fix.

A Murder At The Dream Diner, by Zubair Simonson

I can only remember in fragments. I was driving, or maybe I was drifting, on a stretch of lonely highway that sliced through barren flat terrain. My hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel at the ten and two o’clock positions. The horizon ahead of me seemed as distant as the stars themselves. The firmament…
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In Real Life, by Julia Rubin

Silverfoxinabox 54, Boston I totally understand that I am not what you’re looking for but I just had to say you are gorgeous.  I understand you are out of my league. Sent Sept. 27  Silverfoxinabox 54, Boston I see that you looked at my profile. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I just…
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Julian Accidentally Goes on a Date with a Really Old Man, by Ashley Carranza

When Julian had a good twenty-one days of sobriety under her belt and was becoming more engulfed in the fellowship of Alcoholics Anonymous, she decided to take the advice she’d been hearing. She wanted to make friends, learn from her fellows, look for the similarities instead of the differences, and above all, she wanted to…
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Of Turbulent Seas, by Scott Moses

John’s fingers brush over the chip in the porcelain sink. Something left behind by the previous owners, and something that after all these years, he’s yet to address. There’s still time, he thinks, or perhaps mutters, and that’s the end of it, because, well– today is a perfect day for John Colbert. He’s taking inventory…
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Rezanoff Drive, by Glenn Nelson

I can no longer remember certain things about the past. Faces dissolve…. A gentle touch… gone… like a candle blown out by the wind. There are still shapes in the fog…. A sort of lingering form in the darkness. I can still remember the disjointed rattling of the el train as it passes by my…
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Valley of Darkness, by Matt Nagin

Sam Sheperd, a degenerate gambler, was in debt $80,000 to a loan shark, $10,000 to a mobster, $5,000 to his girlfriend, and he had a wife and kid who looked only marginally better than those starving villagers on “Save The Children” commercials. Sam tried to take it all in stride; to look philosophically on his…
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Melancholy, by Maddy Hoffman

I bring my fingers to my face and stroke my stubbly chin. I do this to ensure that Magnolia’s words have not stripped me of my skin the way they have my conscience. She’s stopped crying beside me, I think. It happened slowly – her weeps trickled down to sniffles, and then to silence. I…
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Stones, by Kathryn Toolan

  a line of red makes its slow journey to the bottom of my chin it tickles but in the bad way it began in a freshly dug hole not of my own making that had a basin in my scalp i was wired drunk and young and this wasn’t the first time there are…
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Witch trials

Moonlight, by J. Newell

May 1, 1632 I undid the tie on my bonnet, skipping through yellow reeds long enough to tickle my chin. There was a cool breeze in the air, promises of fall, that lifted tresses of my brown, waved hair. My mother had never let me cut it, so it fell near to my waist. The…
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She must be crazy, by Ava Collopy

I can’t believe my girlfriend Tania won’t make breakfast. And what do you know, there’s nothing in the fridge. She doesn’t have a job and I do but somehow she can’t go shopping. There’s nothing in the kitchen but corn flakes, eggs, potatoes, Tillamook extra-sharp cheddar cheese, tropical crab salad, and cat food. And the…
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