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For Whom the White Chinese Ladies Lie

By: Aaron P. Meadows The white ladies will lay on plastic beds laying prone for the sequin heroes’ blade who by way of chisel, blade, and hammer can make a hundred faces all the same. The white ladies manage little to…

An urgent call in the second life

By: Amirah Al Wassif red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window warmly shiver touched me, made me laugh as a fresh baby I decided to think about the source of these unknown rays but, suddenly…

Woman on the lam

By: Ruth Z. Deming She lived at the end of the block. People were always staring at her when she came out to play with her daughters, Josie and Ridley, who swam in a little blue pool with mermaids on the…

Greetings from the hell

By : Amirah Al Wassif I remember! Yes, I remember this letter When my tears decided to escape Out of me, I felt that is better My soul took over my shape I heard him laughing at me and clearly…

A Simple House Call

By: Alan Berger “Did you see that kid throw?” If Packer heard that once, he heard it a million times. One hundred bucks, times a million, he thought in his financial research wheelhouse first rate mind. With that kind of…

Saving a Shark

By Bill Butler When I was 17, my summer job was helping out in a pool hall located in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. A shadowy place, it had a dozen brightly lit tables and the fragrance of cigars….