“I’ve read short stories that are as dense as a 19th century novel and novels that really are short stories filled with a lot of helium.”~Lynn Abbey
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I am on a motor boat which is moving swiftly though the murky waters of Venice, and I listen to a pair of gentleman talk softly in Italian while the white bandage wrapped around my wrist slowly turns red. I … Continue reading →
I watch the shore get smaller and smaller as the ship sails towards the open sea. The huge oak tree, which had shaded a group of women, now seems the size of a fist. Somewhere on that shore is my … Continue reading →
The Aksoo Sakiya, a 10 year old Aksoo girl, jumped up and down with excitement. The pink beads, which had been put into her braids a week ago, banged against each other; and the red rusty coins, which her mother … Continue reading →
I was five. It was a hot summer day, and the scorching yellow sun was forcing all the puddles outside to evaporate. I was happily out of the heat and inside a brightly lit air conditioned room. I was in … Continue reading →
4/2/2002 He climbs down the ladder slowly, concentrating on his footing. Tonight would not be a good night to fall. She’s above him, and she places her feet with confidence on the brown rims. He stops, takes a breath, stares … Continue reading →
“I will not think about it. I will not think about it. I will close my eyes to the horror that I saw. I will definitively not think about it,” thinks a man sitting on a drab green hill, staring … Continue reading →
Every Monday and Thursday morning at 10 am, John would lock the front door of his apartment, and walk half a mile to the nearest food mart. The cashier at the food mart told anybody who would listen that John … Continue reading →
A thirteen-year old girl walks down the lonely city streets. She has straight brown hair that hangs around her face, shielding her face from the world. She is wearing old Wal-Mart clothes which are beginning to show their age. She … Continue reading →
An old crumbling wall stands in the middle of town square. It is in a town where old crumbling walls are the norm. This wall had once been used to guard a palace against intruders. The palace had turned to … Continue reading →
She lived in a red brick house and out of her bedroom window she could see the nearby forest. During the autumn of her fifth year, she accompanied her mom on a stroll through the forest. And as they watched … Continue reading →
I am awake. My right hand opens up my swollen eyes. First my left eye, and then my right eye. My head is throbbing. I look around my room, and I take a whiff of the stale smell. The floor … Continue reading →
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