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len-boswell's picture
Dec.17.2013
At first she had asked Jason about the naming of their children, but he “didn’t give a shit” about the naming of his brood, not when his own parents had saddled him with a name that forever begged the question, “Are you, like, an Argonaut?” So Violet had taken over the naming, giving each child a...
annette-talbert's picture
Dec.14.2013
It was a familiar feeling. The lump of disappointment left her throat aching and a bitter aftertaste as it settled in her gut. She didn't know why she continued to get her hopes so high. She should know by now. Nothing turns out the way she expected.  The day had started with a promise~ she...
annette-talbert's picture
Dec.10.2013
The phone rang at the office. "Good afternoon, Our Lady of the River Church. This is Lindy, how can I help you? "Hello, hello, is anyone there? George I don't know if this is a live person or one of them dang answering  machines, HELLO?" "Hello? Ma'm this is Lindy. May I help you?" "Oh, yes....
annette-talbert's picture
Dec.08.2013
The new haircut was so radical, she did not recognize her own face in the mirror. Her hairdresser called it "modern" and "fresh." It was definitely not her usual shoulder length bob. The haircut made her uncomfortable in her own skin. She was plain Jane. Jane with the mousy brown hair. Jane with...
annette-talbert's picture
Nov.30.2013
Nora stood next to the hospital bed holding his hand, rubbing her thumb over his wedding band as monitors beeped and a nurse bustled around her. She looked at his slack face, the oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. He had been floating in and out of consciousness for days. The doctors were not...
michael-seidel's picture
Nov.26.2013
Continued from Part 1   Paula’s throat closed. There couldn’t be any eyes in the hallway.  She tried rewinding the night.  Nothing was happening outside, she told herself.  There were no police and barking dogs.  Nothing was flying around the yard.  She’d imagined it...
michael-seidel's picture
Nov.21.2013
An old short story.  Never published.  Hope you enjoy it.   Next Gen   Furious yowls broke the night and then Wade’s Corgi barked alarm next door.  Her orange cats, Paula thought. Another disaster was befalling them, just as needed.  She could never have too many...
dale-estey's picture
Nov.15.2013
Kafka enjoyed the theatre - perhaps the broader the better. He had a crush on an actress (isn't that soooo turn of the century). It doesn't seem that he ever seriously thought of writing for the stage, and I wonder what he would think of seeing his work adapted. Perhaps, as long as the actress...
dale-estey's picture
Nov.14.2013
Kafka himself, on some of his hand-written pages, drew small images (or, if you will, cartoons). They are, shall we say, bare bones.  And he had an interest in the artwork which would appear on his book covers. He did not dictate what he wanted, but he was adamant about what he did not want...
r-barri-flowers's picture
Nov.08.2013
  From R. Barri Flowers, award winning criminologist and internationally bestselling author of THE SEX SLAVE MURDERS 1 and 2, comes a gripping new audio true crime short, MURDER OF A STAR QUARTERBACK: The Tragic Tale of Steve McNair and Sahel Kazemi.       In this mesmerizing...