Virgil Austin's Writings
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Short Story
Oct.02.2011
A very young boy sits resolutely on a bus bench. Two buses pull up and drive away and still the boy sits on the bench, a backpack beside him. The sun is setting, a crescent moon is rising, and darkness begins to fall. He watches the people in the cars driving by, heading for their homes and family and dinner.
An old man comes walking up slowly,...
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Sep.24.2011
The deed is done. The final die has been cast and things will now be as they should have been. Lauren and Aurore are together and after much difficulty, resistance and trivial technicalities in French courts, my son Lucien is the 11th and newest Marquess Bois de Duc. A half-breed mulatto boy from Haiti, born from a joining of a slave woman and her master, Lucien...
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Short Story
Apr.06.2011
Blackness.
The kind of black that’s velvety, wraps around you tightly and has a weight to it, the creepy kind. I could see and feel nothing. Where was I? My mind says I am moving my arms and legs but there is no sensation of movement or anything to touch. I’m aware, so I must be breathing, but there is no feeling of air passing through my mouth or nose. I listen...
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Mar.22.2011
“Hello, my name is Nancy. I’ll be your server. What can I get you to drink today?”
“Just iced tea, please. Unsweetened. Thanks.”
I look up and WOW! Hellloooo , Nancy! I get a quick look at her face and then a long look at her ass. Very nice and a nicer wiggle to it as she walks away. I usually have lunch here a couple times a week, and I’ve never seen this one...
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Short Story
Mar.12.2011
The door to the interrogation room opened and an arm in a blue suit motioned the sergeant outside.
"We found Benny Ochoa. He's telling pretty much the same story as our guy here. A man in a dark blue running suit with a hood came in late last night to the Muskrat Lounge on 103rd. After a few beers, he bragged about playing the police in this town for...
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Mar.12.2011
“Are we going to have to go through this again, Eddie? I’m getting pretty tired of listening to your complaints every time Halloween rolls around.”
“I mean it, I’m finished with this, this, . . charade. You’re the one that wants to do this, you go do it and leave me alone! I’m not going to go through this again!”
“Yes you will, you like it as much as I do...
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Short Story
Mar.10.2011
Superstitious? Black cats, ladders and broken mirrors don't scare me - but redheads named Shirley have ripped my soul on Fridays, especially on Friday the 13th.
Now I sit locked in my cell, safe.
I fell in love with Shirley Eastmon, a new neighbor’s daughter on Friday the 13th - at my 9th birthday party. Of course, she completely rebuked me and I remained in a...
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Short Story
Mar.10.2011
“How dare he! Bring that boy to me, now!”
Caligula roared at the Centurian beside him, then sneered as the surrounding crowd of the Colosseum called for mercy and thrust their thumbs in the air. Glaring at the Mob, he chewed a fingernail and slouched in his ornately carved white marble bisellium impatiently.
Kraon stood motionless near the body...
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Short Story
Mar.10.2011
Wanda Harris was very pleased with herself.
Almost $10 million dollars in the local bank in untraceable accounts; her daughter married off to the wealthy son & heir of a real estate developer back in Texas, her plans executed perfectly and as soon as she could find a reasonable place to live on one of these Islands, she could relax forever!
Her revenge had...
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Short Story
Mar.10.2011
Ever had one of those days?
You know the kind.
Nothing goes right and you wind up knee deep in some awful goo that seems to go on forever in every direction?
Welcome to my world right now. Let me tell you how I wound up alone and newly unemployed on my 26th birthday, sitting in a Long John Silvers eating fish & chips. It all started this morning down at...
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About Virgil
Retired Graphic Artist, late blooming fiction and poetry writer. Died twice, on borrowed time now.