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Month: October 2018

Autumnal Ghosts

By: Vladimir Motchoulski  Edgar slowed his pace as the burial oak crawled into his field of vision from beyond the trail’s end. His son Nathan scurried at his side, riding on a meek ripple of strength that would soon fade away….

Congratulations on Your Graduation

By: Valerie Kinsey Her parents are professors at Brooklyn Law. I forget their names: Shel and Sarah or Saul and Sally. We haven’t said more than five words to each other, but I’ve watched their girl, Juliet, grow from a…

Vanilla Bob in Duluth

By: Robert E. Remillard   Introduction I’ll introduce myself, (cuz no one else will). I’m the person everyone almost remembers. I lack drama and charisma. I am, seemingly not very memorable, hence the nom de plume, Vanilla Bob. I write somewhat…

Bullet for the blessed

By Eric Burbridge All hell broke loose and a bullet ricocheted off the side of the corner building and hit Milton’s leg. It stung, but that didn’t slow his power scooter. At his age he could kick himself for going…

Modern Relationshit

By: Mona Mustafa  You don’t want commitment I am not a prepaid affair Lets try this out first you say There is a no refund on me Lets get some things straight If you’re a cheating player I won’t be your…

Waiting

By: Keith Manos The window was open just enough to let in the cool night air. The crisp rush of air held Kevin there by the glass, cooling his warm skin and enabling him to study his shadowy reflection. He wondered…