Tag: fiction
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The Last Will and Testament of Jo
I, Josephine WhitlockBeing of sharp mind, contemptuous wit and shoddy bodyHereby declareThis is it.This is where I want it to be. Endlessly facing every direction …Reflecting on endless painted skies,Delightfully wavering in every wisp of breeze,Soaking in each tear drop of dew …I want every man or woman,Nay, every soul who tries to mow me downWith…
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Glitch
This is a piece of a draft … but I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve really been able to come up with anything. It started with the email screen. “What … What do you … Do you want?” It spluttered through stalled clicks and flashing screens. It’s happening again. Without another word…
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Everything That Ever Was – What Pegman Saw
There’s something to be said for being an empath in an abandoned city. It seems everywhere I step is full of energy, an oddity considering no one’s lived here for decades. The air still hangs thick, even on the cool days, it’s electrified. A man once asked me exactly what I saw in this old…
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Friday Fictioneers – Counting Lighters
This here’s a true story. The moment I realized what rock bottom looked like as I barreled from above. And tried to hit the brakes but just wasn’t strong enough. I wasted drunken moments counting lighters scattered around, at least ten collected in my dead flower jar. Then the music stopped and that moment of…
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Love Song – What Pegman Saw
“Greetings from Montevideo!” I write as neatly as I can across the postcard. I even think about slipping it into an envelope with a few pictures of my own. A landscape shot here. Maybe the view from my office. It’s just the road but I find myself hoping you’re as curious about my life as…
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Poker Face
We’re standing opposite one another. Me and the boy. Me, with insecurities spilling to the pavement and tears running my spirit dry, and the boy, with his faltering understanding and screaming eyes. I draw my lips into the best line I can manage. I quell my tears, reserving them to the well settling in my…
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Friday Fictioneers – At Last
Fat raindrops rolled down the window pane accompanied by the ever present haze of city living. Ghosts of years gone by stood silently silhouetted against a dark, starless sky. Lights from the spire sprinkled to life in a dazzling glaze. A gasp caught in her throat. The sign she had been waiting for. Her Prince…
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What Pegman Saw – Two Lovers
Mdina’s the silent city. Secrets it keeps, formed in corners and alleyways, hidden beneath the streets. Pegman wanted to see the catacombs I’m sure, the little guy likes hanging out with dusty memories. He rounded the corner and what did he find? Two lovers under cover of shadows. It was clear, he says, they knew…
Kelley Farrell 