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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Of Mother and Men

When Amy was six years old she knew her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her long blonde hair, her petite figure, her attention getting smile; all of them Amy admired. She never understood, however, why her mother sought the attention of men. She also never understood the illusive pattern of said…

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Broadway Producers

Charlotte and I have been best friends since kindergarten. While neither of us will admit how long we’ve been celebrating our thirty-ninth birthdays, it certainly has been for a while. Our mothers bred us to marry rich men. Marty and I were going steady when I was in my freshman year of college and he…

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Apathy

An army of youth, self-programmed for stability, stood in formation hemmed in by four walls that they themselves had built. There was no need for a roof, for none of them ever looked up. Despite the biting chill of the breeze that blew the hair about their faces they remained lukewarm. The rain began to…

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Fast Food

  You are but sixteen years old, a junior in high school. You’ve managed to land your first job at Wendy’s after an embarrassing interview where your acne-faced not-yet-manager belittles you in the eating area. He asks you if you know the demands of cooking fries while you hear a mother and her children snickering.…

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The Things You Left Behind

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ManWords

Wouldn’t it be good to dispel the shadow-worry of death that malingered about him for a while? It did plague him. Of course it did.

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Fisherman

*If you would like to accompany this piece with music, press play on the Soundcloud player. [soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/193983248″ params=”color=ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false” width=”100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /]   It was a wet foggy morning. As I reached the top of the hill I saw the priest motion to the nuns just below me that it was time to begin.…

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Innocence Lost

    Daniel padded to the scary doorway. The garden outside breathed with magic and life. “Be careful Danny, Mummy’s just going to make some tea. Don’t touch anything, all right darling?” Daniel waved and set out on his playful escapade. He danced along the gravelled path and up puffs of dandelion dust.  Ant soldiers…

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Blood on His Tie

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