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One Night Stand
I can never remember. When I wake up, I mean. In the dream, I can. It’s always the same one. –From the Archives
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On a Sweet River
He returned some drops of water from the jug to its source, the creek that ran to the river, and touched each banana tree while looking at the moon.
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Black Helmet
He turns his head and notices the afternoon glare bouncing off the shiny black helmet, the Guardia National that kept looking at him
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Peter’s Ghost
We first summoned you at your wake and you have haunted us ever since. — From the Archives
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Ophelia and the Water
It was strange to approach the house and not see him, leaning all of his weight against the back of the wooden chair, shirtless with a tall can of Budweiser ...
Something About Him
It was late when Tee knocked on the door. The man he came home with had his hand on his arm when I answered. They smelled of alcohol and smoke ...
Boys
She lights candles and sets out all the plates. She summons every ghost and makes them promise they will come with her wherever she goes even if it means having ...
Monsters
How long can you hide from the monsters when you don’t know who they are?
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Me, I Would Prefer
But as we brace ourselves against the harsh winter outside, the wind screaming hollow sounds in our ears like a manic cat, the full moon presiding over– From the Archives
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Running like I Never Saw
An unsettling tale that builds to a crescendo to reveal an unexpected ending.
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Next Door Neighbours
Two guys converse over a cup of coffee about pills and poppies
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The Butterfly
The gods told men; ‘dance and we shall observe’.
The first time I climbed the pole my father beat me. I was eight. –From the Archives
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On Being a Mermaid
A bitter sweet tale of magic, love and loss
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Walls
A Tale of Discontent and Desire…. – From the Archives
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Taddy Beer
Seen through the eyes of an 11 year old, a mother recounts fond memories as dreams and reality bleed into one another.
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Symbiosis
There was a niggling sensation in my gut; bacteria perhaps, decomposing me. I should be dead.
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Up North
A mishap on a snowy day evokes a variety of emotions that tug at your heartstrings
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Antique Pieces
An interview with a writer takes an unexpected turn
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The Baby Comb
A story that tells of the innocence of children and the complexities of being an adult
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…in acceptance.
There were three things I had in common with my father: whisky, writing, and sleepwalking. According to him, I was an uncultured whisky drinker and untalented fiction writer. “But, ...