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Murder on Skid Row
“Spare any change?” and “I don’t know nothing” were the watchwords on Chicago’s Skid Row in the 1960s. Located on Madison Street, a little west of...
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Murder on Skid Row
“Spare any change?” and “I don’t know nothing” were the watchwords on Chicago’s Skid Row in the 1960s. Located on Madison Street, a little west of...
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Milk and Oranges
Milk and Oranges, a collection of short fiction and essays examining life, love, and the tragedy and comedy of the human condition, has been...
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A Musical Interlude Recitition
Since my writing fingers don't seem to be working. I thought I'd annoy you with recititions of older stuff. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zCUoMH-...
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Fences
While the birds played at being planes The planes played at being birds While the girls played at being brides The brides played at being girls...
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Rue St. Honoré
This was a challenge set by a fellow-writer. Write a flash fiction story in 200 words - no more, no less. This is what I wrote based on a true story.
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Descent
She roars in silence, shrieking rainbows across dozing skies startled fish belly white from daybreak. Creatures half awakened, unexpectant of...
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Tulpas
This is among the first short-stories I wrote...long ago during my school days (probably in 1999.) I had been looking for this and was finally able to find this one again last week in an old text file which I had captured on my old PC from a diary. I seem to have taken some inspiration from Saytajit Ray's short stories as well as Charles Berlitz's books which I read a lot back then. (I also found some references in case you'd be intererested in reading: http://goo.gl/8tIQaU , http://goo.gl/mUQmSr ... I haven't read Alexandra David-Neel's book though.. should be intriguing.) I haven't edited/ corrected it to keep the style intact. I now realize that since people from my part of the world speak multiple languages, we sometimes drift towards literal translations thereby adding a few unnecessary words though we strive to preserve grammatical integrity. I hope you enjoy reading this 'Tale'.
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Rachel Eckermann 3
Rachel Eckermann entered the meeting in a Giorgio Armani business suit. Her hair was chignoned back in the style of Emmanuel Beart. She was looking...
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How sad it would be but how happy it is.
How sad t’would be to see the sun no more; never again feel its warm rays against my face and all those blooms that, out of spring and summer, pour...
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Where do Spiders go in Autumn?
When Autumn comes and Sunshine starts to ebb, then Spiders crawl inside seeking some heat. Well, they can’t weave wool hats and scarves like webs or...
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The Blazing Autumn Tells Her Children
The blazing Autumn tells her children, that their suffering, she knows but that a season lies before them from whence milk and flowers flow that she...
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Asking the past
The past is a secret history in that cline divine of lies and secrets and silence, and was I wrong to ask? In this place this cave, I've never been...
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A sort of homecoming
The foolish musician caresses the clean wood. Now his days are numbered. Now he has exposed them on the salon table like genuine rhinestones. He...
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The Second Wave ... PART TWO
Xarnoth the dragon sat under a fire escape ladder and gathered himself. So what had happened? The asteroid... the apparent obliteration of all other...
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Rachel Eckermann 2
The stars fell down from the sky, blazing. They landed on champagne glasses. Claire Kim drank her champagne slowly, looking around at the guests of...
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Real Poverty
Real poverty P K Routray Poverty and poor we see disrurbed get we, come tears to our eyes pray for them we with sighs. A ragpicker boy in the morning...
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Away from home
Taylor left yesterday. He came to my apartment Thursday complaining about all the hoops his school is making him jump through. He was all puffed up,...
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Chapter 4
The next morning, Eden woke up early. It was a Saturday. She didn’t have school today; therefore there was no distraction from the issue of whether...
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