Cherrypicked stories
Shed With A Hole
A very short story, about sheds and life.
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Abstraction
The ATM alone is enough to set me off. The angle of the screen is designed to exclude me, I give away crucial numbers with a sweep of my hand.
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Last Slice
It must be depressing being the last piece of bread in a sliced loaf. I imagine it’s almost as bad as being the first tiny slice . . .
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All Done With Mirrors
I.P. 21/ll/08 Colin’s late again, for the third time this week.
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Moby Dick, in limerick 2
A crude and succinct summary
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A Hard Week's Work
Man diverts his attention away from his mundane office job...
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Let's not go to work this morning
put our backpacks on both shoulders
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In The Rain
She takes a deep breath and stops running and spinning. She stands there a second and waits for something. She looks straight ahead. The whole night is dark. There are no lights any where.
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On the brow of the hill
I saw him on the brow of the hill. He was as unfamiliar as my direction, but he interested me more than most,
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The Oak Lane Inn (Part Two)
No one at home when I tapped at the window He's deaf in the parlour but I didn't know then How he was framed by the shutters, the rafters, the blinds Fallen by flowers within the Oak Lane Inn
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The Bitter, The Sweet.
A piece of nostalgic prosetry
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The Silence of Consequences
A pool of black blood gathered at the crook of her neck. Her face, lined with a diary of age, stared up at him with unseeing eyes. A tuft of her white hair clung to his fingers.
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The Art of Hunting
Purlock is meant to be here, the same way Jim was meant to open this shop in the first place. Something has drawn them together more than coincidence or the sheer bloody closeness of the city.
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Another interesting way to die that I'll never experience
Thinking about being beheaded on the top step of Coba temple, a cab unhitched from its trailer, relieved of my freight, dropping a hundred and sixty epiphanies,
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A Little Dream of Me
I find myself cradling the pillows; they are pale with grief. They miss the caress of his hair, the brush of his stubble, and the way his snores sent waves across their welcoming bellies.
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The Pool
THE POOL A Short Story by Anthony R Mackie (©2008)
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