Category: Fiction
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A Life in the Corner
From time to time, Sam would set aside his reclusive behavior and try to join the human race. Sometimes this would happen at social events at the different jobs he had over his forty-five years on the job. Once, it was while trying and failing to become a member of a local…
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The Plus-One
First, an apology: Back on August 1 of this year, I published a piece of fiction called Samantha’s Porch. I didn’t receive any comments on the piece on WordPress, and I am fine with that, but two people close to me (my older brother and a cousin) texted me about…
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Samantha’s Porch
Monday night on Samantha’s porch Roger rolled the cooler filled with beer, some soft drinks, and, as an afterthought, a bag of pretzels, which he now hoped they wouldn’t break into. He wanted to talk; the sound of chomping on hard pretzels would be intrusive, while sipping on drinks, Roger…
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Crescent Moon
The old man visited the coffee shop every day he practiced yoga in the morning, three to four times a week. The shop was only a block away from the studio, and the old man liked to treat himself after an hour of downward dogs, lunges, and various warrior postures.…
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The Chimes After Chelsea: A Six Sentence Story
James sat at the table watching Chelsea leave, the chimes over the door punctuating her exit. James and Chelsea used to like the unique chimes that announced customers’ entry or exit. James liked how Chelsea would stop talking and grin whenever they sounded. This diner used to be their place;…
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Daniel Baciagalupo Night
This is my first attempt at fiction, so for all who decide to read this, be gentle with me. Thanks. – Jack On the first and third Thursdays of each month, Henry and Claire Nelson go on date nights, which usually consist of dinner and the cinema, though they occasionally…
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The Little (Fickle) Drummer Boy
When I was a kid, I used to listen to the teenager who lived on the corner playing his drums. To my adolescent ears, Ray Hotchkiss sounded accomplished, but he probably wasn’t the next Charlie Watts–just a teenager good enough to create and maintain a rhythm. After hearing Ray a…
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Zen and the Mud Puddle
I took my dog, Vivian, out for her morning walk yesterday. Halfway through, she lunged towards another canine across the street. I lost my balance and stepped into a deep mud puddle. I got angry at Vivian, but it’s on me; I trained her poorly. As the walk continued, I…
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This is Not a Story About Mice
This isn’t a story about mice. If you want one of those, scroll down. This is a story about Sunny, the pound trash tabby that stalked mice when the sun went down. This is the story of Sunny’s owners, who often got little sleep when Sunny brought in half-dead mice…
