Literary Yard

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Month: June 2019

The old, the young, and me.

By: Burbuqe Raufi Lately I feel like I have been possessed by an old lady. She had entered my body, my mind and my soul. She is now the pilot of my aircraft, of me. Never invited such an occurrence;…

A children’s playground

By: Garry Poree The cool evening brought a condensed morning dew, clinging to the grass and cobwebs in the schoolyard. As the sun began to rise, boasting her might from the horizon, the moisture started to evaporate. The pendulum had…

The Garden

By: Don Tassone The old man raised his hoe high in the air and brought it down, striking the thick, encrusted soil with all his might. He grimaced and moaned as a pain shot through his arms and into his…

Loving thy neighbour

By: Christine Nanfra “I feel a strong connection to you too Ken, you know that, but we’re both married,” Jane stammered a bit. “Hell, we know each other’s spouses.” She breathed deeply to keep herself from falling, falling into arms…

In the Port of Odessa

By Gaither Stewart On the day their love affair began Wally and Dietrich were sitting on Rome’s flower-garlanded Spanish Steps. And unlike any other day in either of their lives, their meeting was indelibly stamped in their memories because of…

Story: Grandma’s House

By Claudia Piepenburg The girl had never been inside a mausoleum. She was just a child after all. No one in her family had died yet so she hadn’t attended a funeral or burial. But she was always afraid when…

Teddy Bear – A Story

By Dan O’Neill His name was Diego.He was twenty two, had a medium build and hairless..He was dark skinned.He said he was from Torreon,Mexico,the same place Ricardo Montalban was from.He seemed very proud of this.I told him he was muy…