Request for Termination

  Your Grace, If Your Grace should receive this letter, please know that I have been trying to reach you for a little over a hundred years. If Your Grace has received my previous letters and they are still on your to-do list, I hope you will not think poorly of me for my impatience.…

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Was Wild

Two men met at a café in Paris. Both put their phones down on the table. Ryan first. Both had received emails within the hour before their meeting. The first line of Ardent’s email read: Dear Art Critic, attached are the details of my exhibition. Ryan’s: Dear Editor, here is my short story for review.…

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Memoirs from a Dusty Doorstep

“Come with me, I need to show you something,” I try to say as I look at my arms in the mirror, long and frail like thin branches. They’re getting bigger though, there’s hope in this part of my life—at last something to be truly thankful for! I’m growing more muscular in my thirties, my…

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Probably just the cheap whisky

  Couldn’t fall asleep. There’s no one to talk to at this hour so I thought I would let my fingers and my Macbook keyboard have a go.  5:37 the radio on my bedside table reads. This is one of our earlier nights. I sit propped up on the right side of my bed that…

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A Zombie in Chicago

*looks into the bathroom mirror of the Delta Suit Hotel Chicago, begins… * Slipping into nothingness again. I narrowly escaped a group conversation as the mimosas filed in. A perfectly neat circle of awkward formalities. A moment ago, a more jolly version of myself graced these painted faces. As per usual they smiled for me…

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The Sense in Suicide

I To Be Nothing “Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher, vanity of vanities, all is vanity (Ecclesiastes 1:2).” The young man and the young woman admired each other. They lived in the same building but on different floors. Providence allowed them to meet, talk and fall in burning, passionate love, the kind displayed in movies,…

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Alive on the Altar

My name is Carlos, and I’m a Spanish author. While perusing about a museum I met a descendant of a man I would like to tell you about. I was told great stories of this man who was humble and even-tempered, but possessed a great strength. I will recount my favorite story.   When met with the…

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The Feminist Manifesto of Lucifer

Although a thousand years had passed, blood and bones still testified that the great battle of Armageddon had taken place at Megiddo, a small tell close to the city of Jerusalem. On the day of the battle, which is called the Day of Anger, the Archangel, Gabriel, led the hosts of Heaven against Lucifer’s army,…

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Can You Feel It?

After so many years in the business everything becomes familiar. I can honestly say I’ve seen it all.  Every new case behaved as an object, predictable and as quiescent as stone. A detective’s work is really as black and white as it is in the  old movies, a series of unconscious in and outs. Over…

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