Category: Short Story
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Morning (Version II)
This is an alternate version of this post, which you should read first if you haven’t already. The peepee yellow sun rises slowly above the horizon, its vomit orange rays illuminating the quiet forest with its ancient trees, their diarrhea brown trunks and snot green leaves slowly coming to life in the soft, flaccid light.…
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Lord of the Pigeons
I walk out of my office building at 11:17 to get a wrap at my favorite deli. It’s sunny and hot out. Lots of people on the sidewalk. I walk past a young girl waiting for the bus wearing a tight little sundress. She’s looking at me. I smile and keep walking. At her age,…
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October Morning
On this October morning she forced herself out of bed and put on the same lingerie she wore the first night she gave herself to him, along with a tacky yellow and purple sundress he’d bought her on a whim. It was her favorite dress only because he’d bought it for her. He never bought…
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Flamerman
Chuck woke up on the coach after having fallen asleep watching tv the previous night. The sunlight poured into the room and his eyes, which was what finally woke him. “Finally, Saturday,” he thought as he stretched out with a smile. But after a full ten seconds he realized it wasn’t Saturday. It was Tuesday.…
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Bertha’s Physical
Dark, beady eyes peered out from behind her round, puffy face, which led down to a double… nay, a triple chin. She was strangely proud of her enormous breasts, wearing a shirt five or six sizes smaller than was tolerable for even the most non-judgmental set of eyes. It was an impressive bra indeed, somehow…
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Amadahy and the Raindrop
The rainstorm was a welcome break from the midsummer heat, but as suddenly as it had come, so did it vanish, leaving a thick dampness which caught on their skin. Quickly evaporating from the earth under the brilliant sun, the fallen rain misted and rose in billowing columns, creating a surreal landscape in which the…
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What’s the Point, He Thought
He lay on the grass watching the invisible sky, comfortable, not feeling much of anything. There he was, a conscious human, aware of the fact that his consciousness was pondering its own existence, aware of the beauty surrounding him, although it didn’t touch him like he thought maybe it should. It was just there, as…
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The Symphony of Life
He sat with his back to the tree, eyes closed, listening. There was only the music of the forest, the summer breeze tickling the leaves which shimmered back and forth, waving at their guest below, welcoming him to their protective canopy. The songbirds chirped from the swaying treetops, and in the distance a woodpecker battered…
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My First Almost Kiss
I went to a private middle school in Coral Gables, FL, so obviously there were a ton of Jews. In 7th grade I was invited to over 27 thousand bar mitzvahs. They were a lot of fun, and thinking back, I’m sure they were even more fun for the parents because they were all drunk.…
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The Picture
He didn’t have the heart to take it down. Everyone thinks girls are more emotional than guys, but it seems to be the opposite. A girl’s ruthlessness is so much more damaging when just a week, a day, an instant before she was seemingly a helpless little thing, a slave to her emotions, and the next,…