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Category Archives: Short Story
Great Men Think Alike
The paint on the metal railing is peeling. I look past it, over the revolving-bed hotels, by-the-week tenements, abandoned shipping terminals, to the sea. Calm today, the gray water fades into a hazy, blurred horizon, signaling an overcast morning marked by the unbearable heat … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story, Uncategorized
Tagged despair, Eugene O'Neill, resignation, suicide, Tennessee Williams, the Ritz
6 Comments
“The Catharsis of Song”
I start to hum. A black tale of love found and love lost. Slow. Like a funeral dirge. The inmates in adjacent cells join in. Voices up and down the line add words and volume to the monotonous murmur. Guards … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged battery-operated saw, dirge, hum, melancholy men, music, prison, prison break, prison cell, white light
20 Comments
“Too Late?”
Cutthroat men are slashing bitter boys are smashing their way through the city. Victims of their hatred mortals, objects sacred destroyed without pity. Is faith validation for human damnation and slaughter of the past? Is fostered cruelty behind brutality and … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged destruction, fate, looting, questions, riots, terrorism, violent slaughter
18 Comments
“An Alliterative Absurdity”
The radiant rays of a reticent sun resolutely remain reclused behind a resplendent rose-colored cloud. They refuse to reappear as requested by the resounding roar of ritualistic revivalists who seek to recruit the reluctant rural residents with their reinvigorated regimen … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged Absurdity, Alliteration, sun
29 Comments
“The Magic of Mother Carey’s Chickens”
I stand on the bow of the ship. The wind cleanses my face but the rain does not dilute the pain in my heart. A minor storm on the weather chart it rages as a major assault on the nucleus … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged Mother Carey's Chickens, ocean, sea, self-indulgence, ship, storm petrel
11 Comments
“I Can’t Think….”
I can’t think about the sixteen teenagers who are but a half-generation younger than I. I can’t think about the pretty young woman I’d like to ask to tea. I can’t think about the Siegfried singers I heard perform so … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged breathing, final moments, guilt of glory, last-minute doubt, opera, Siegfried, teenagers
16 Comments
“The Beauty of a Big-Boned Woman”
She is called Mary Elizabeth a name that conjures dainty little ladies with white socks and black patent leather shoes. My Mary Elizabeth is tall a big-boned woman. She has a head shaped like the globe of the world and … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged big-boned woman, eyes, feet, hands, head, mother, mouth, nose, peace, wife
12 Comments
“The Master Craftsman and the Altar of Peace”
The wood speaks in esoteric tongue Naked knots, swooshing swirls from seed sprung. He lays his hand upon the altar grand Offers prayers of peace for prescient young. (Gwawdodyn posted on dVerse Open Link Night, March 12, 2015.)
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged altar, esoteric tongue, gwawdodyn, master craftsman, prayer of peace, prescient young, wood
18 Comments
vb's reverbs 