Tagged: new fiction

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Sand – Part Three

Serial Fiction Madeline and I have been friends since middle school, sometimes more and sometimes less. After my discharge, I spent more than a few months drifting around Chicago, getting drunk when I felt...

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Lachlan – Part Three

Short Story So the next evening in the shed, Henry asked Lachlan what he wanted. “I want you to stop being Spineless.” “What do you mean?” “You’re pathetic. You swallow your rage.” “I don’t...

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An Imperfect Beginning

Short Story   “It’s never how you imagine it.” At least that’s what they always used to say to me. Now they don’t say much of anything at all, they just stare. I can...

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Lachlan – Part Two

Short Story The paint-balling day arrived, and he got a lift with Roger to up to the venue, a sprawling wood in Hertfordshire. Pretending to be a commando with a group of old friends was...

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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Five

Horror Story Shutting the door of her room gave Jennifer an enclosed, cocoon sensation that made her knees weak and her eyelids heavy. She emptied her pockets of their contents and dropped them on...

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The Last Warning

Short Story Fully eclipsed amongst the vast coniferous wilderness lay a shadowy log cabin. Its exterior walls crudely fashioned from the surrounding forests collection of rotting logs, each eerily displaying long strips of cascading...

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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Four

Short Story After a relatively routine work day, and increasingly more routine parking ticket, Jennifer spurred her clunker of a car back to her driveway without falling apart. Her mother’s car was parked beside...

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Cosmic Caper – Part Two

Science Fiction Jorwei adjusted the shoulder strap of his new electric shotgun as he stepped into the cool evening breeze. He walked across the street and leaned against the guard rail. Stretching out before...

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Sand – Part Two

Short Story   I’ve been getting more angry than usual. Ever since I got home, the tiniest little shit can manage to set me off like a firecracker. I vaguely remember being an easygoing...