Cherrypicked stories

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The Space Between

The Spaces between us can be vast ones.
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"Long Time No Speak..."

Off he goes again – like a well-worn LP.
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The God Kings

**Previously published on Alien Skin Magazine**
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Maureen

life and death.
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Food Prep

Mike likes Jeanette, but suffers from the malady of the meek. How do you talk to a girl when you're just the food-preparation guy at the local pizza joint?
Story of the week

Call of the Beguiled

Cheryl doesn’t do well in social situations. The fourteen year old's best friend is Nicolena, a four-foot, South American tree boa and her parents are getting divorced. What else could go wrong?
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Breakfast

The eggs should be boiled Shells bashed in Yokes exposed to the sun The bread should be A tiger loaf And not toasted There should be No cups of tea...
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The Other

The Other “Tell me about her,” I ask pretending to be more amused than hurt. “She is so much like me,” he sighs, a slight laugh escapes his lips
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End of days 4

The battle begins. Demons and sofas.
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Between Scenes

What happens off stage?
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A Trip to Tanglewood

Marie Augustin, a nurses aide, is blindsided when an elderly client asks the Haitian woman to accompany him on a trip to hear the Boston Symphony Orchestra perform in Tanglewood.
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Valentine’s X’mas Party

Valentine’s X’mas and New Year parties were legendary. Everyone got invited. The invitations will begin several weeks before the day; everyone Valentine met during that time will be invited.
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Shadowless

He knows I want to talk about you - that I've been thinking about you the whole time. He can sense your ghost lying at my side in the grass.
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Adventures in Foam

Disgusting little character piece
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The Cross-eyed Gypsy

A straight-laced ex-nun must decide what to do with a stolen Sony Trinitron TV. The arrival of a Russian Jew in the apartment complex resolves the matter of the ’hot’ TV while ...
Poem of the week

I find myself in Cricklewood

I find myself in Cricklewood, laughing And leering, guiltily, at the expectorating chaos that lies beneath. I drink a brown pint and attempt nonchalance
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The Downfall of Reverend Allcock

Reverend Allcock secured the battered, old, leather wallet onto the chain that was attached to his belt and slipped it into the pocket, of the trousers he wore beneath his cassock.
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The real reflection (alternate ending)

The cold water hits his face snapping everything back into focus, he raises his eyes and glances in the glass, the mirror on the wall, And he doesn't see what everyone else sees

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