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Story: Double Jeopardy

By: Nick Gallup Nigger Lover. I hated the words, and so did Constance, but she dismissed the hate mail that called her that and ignored the accompanying threats. “My God, Ford, I’ve been getting those letters for years. If they…

Trump Art

Story: Trump’s Bathroom

By: Adam Kluger McLeary was a New York City legend.  He was from an era that was long ago. Hard-drinking newsman. He covered the celebrity beat. His favorite film was The Sweet Smell of Success with Burt Lancaster and Tony Curtis….

Story: The Mentor

By: Adam Kluger Brickhead wasn’t the stupidest, he was just a little bit slower than the other guys, I guess. It was my job to bring him up to speed on how things ran at the office. Over drinks was the…

Story: ENFP

By: Adam Kluger “He’s an ENFP.” “Really?” “That’s what the tests show.” “Very rare” “Especially for this line of work” “Obama, Bubba–both ENFPs” “yeah, doesn’t mean a thing- so was Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde and Huxley.” “So you don’t think the…

Story: The Art Game

By: Adam Kluger In his dreams, Bugowski was making love passionately to a mysterious pale skinned woman with black hair, orange eyes and soft pink lips. When he awoke on the tattered couch he felt a pleasant caress on his face…

Story: The Captain

By: Adam Kluger “Come on KIRK–get it up and down already or we are going to miss the time slot,” the agitated TV Executive yelled into the edit-room. “You are making it difficult for me to do my job correctly,” he…

Story: Each other….

By emon nc Mr. and Mrs. Hitesh Kataria were definitely not made for each other. This was a rude and an insensitive statement to be made against any couple. But the man seated across the table, who made this remark,…

Story: New Finding

By: Ramprasath Rengasamy If it was not that costly, the people of Ohio could have been given each a powerful camera, which on that particular day could have helped them capture that bright thing that drifted across the blue sky…

Story: 6 out of 6

By Ramprasath Rengasamy When it is time to prove myself before a bevy of cruel men who involve in all sorts of crimes and trafficking that are known to this world, I don’t go to my bedroom, gently close the…