Short Fiction
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The weather was just perfect. My oar chipped the river. The river greeted me. The sun winked over the tree line. My shoulders, my arms, I moved in smooth equal strokes. My life fell away as I paddled from my troubles. Faster and faster I went.This morning I was stiff. I pulled off the covers
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The attic was clean and tidy. There were neat stacks of storage bins, labeled. Furniture enrobed in sheets, stood virgil in front of the tiny windows. Miranda turned in slow circles taking it all in. She had never been in Grammy’s attic. Even though she stayed here all summer and most weekends. Grammy had shown
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Weave me a spellOf titan tresses and heaving bosoms,Of muscle laden bad boys with tender souls Bewitch me for awhileBetwixt misunderstandings ridiculousAnd entanglements easily untied Swaddled in shopworn cliches and shabby tropesEmbrace my tattered mind inside paperback coversEnchant me into happily ever after For a while
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I lay my hands on the dingy brown paper sack. “The question isn’t where I got it. The question is are you willing to pay the agreed upon price.”Big Dollar was a six foot four tower of muscle, covered in the Consho Cru tats and scarred from death matches at the Naval Yard. He stared
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As the lemon sun pierced the veil of the sky Godarth knelt to receive the blessings of the fates. He rose his sword Angelus eager to bite. Godarth turned his noble visage and his noble soul to The Ascent.“Here’s your pack, I put in your ear drops and your special ointment. Don’t forget those drops.
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You came, I thought as my heart raced.The silver wolves sliced the velvet of the night. There were only three of them. My breath crystallized as I exhaled in relief. They froze. The smallest wolf growled. Slowly I shifted from my mountain lion form to human form. I slipped from the shelter of the slender
circular staircase 