Category: General Fiction

All Stories, General Fiction

Super Bowl Blues by Frederick K Foote

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Night Train

This is For the Sake of Soul. I’m Night Train on the internet radio riding the rails to midnight madness, badass blues, and views from the black side.

I’ve got news for you. I’ve got blues for you. I’ve got things for you to do too.

It’s good to be back. I’m glad to be black. Dig what I say. Hear what I play. Let’s get the midnight Blues show on the way. I want to hear what’s goin’ down with you.

I know you know this already but, damn, it’s one of the best of times to be rich in America. Can I get an amen? All you rich people out there are thriving and driving in Rolls Royce, thirty plus percent and better investment returns. Baby, you in the highest of the high cotton. But Keb Mo got you nailed to the Cross of Capitalism, all you, “Victims of Comfort.”

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Lovely by Bela Khanna

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He looks long into her eyes, probably for the first time. He has focused, from the bottom up, on every part of her nude form, spending minutes, hours, on the impossibly smooth contours of her toes, her hips, her breasts, her shoulders, but this, he thinks, must be the first time he’s really looked into her eyes.

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All Stories, General Fiction

Soup by Shira Musicant

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Hunger growled in him, clamoring for attention. The old man went into the kitchen and opened the cupboard. There was one can of soup. Chicken noodle. A bowl and a spoon sat in the old man’s dish drain next to a small pot, the perfect size for heating soup. Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves of a shady elm tree and filled the kitchen with dappled light.

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Cat Eyes by Yash Seyedbagheri 

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 I kept my older sister’s cat-eye glasses in a drawer after she was struck down by a train. Nancy’s Chevy Bel-Air was stalled, like a truly cliché song on the radio. She was only eighteen and it was 1961. Nancy said they made her look like a freak. A nerd. She was embarrassed that she needed glasses to read and see the world’s problems highlighted. She’d get rid of these glasses, go with contacts if she just had the money. A scarlet letter, a reminder of what Nancy didn’t have. There was so much my sister and I didn’t have. We lacked parents like Ward and June Cleaver, the opportunity simply to relax and watch the world move past. Vast objects that were all our own, the finest frocks and suits.

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Week 272 – A Norwegian Hero, Assuming Wankers And A Walloper With A Door.

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Well here we are at week 272. We thought it best as week 271 was last week and using that again would just be pish.

The weeks are fair flying in. We’re nearly half a year in.

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All Stories, General Fiction, Short Fiction

New Strangers by Rylan Shafer

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“Hi, is this Mark? Mark Chance from Deakins High School?”

Shane was sitting in front of his laptop. On the screen, an image of two young boys standing in the shade of a half-pipe, their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. A date, digitally imprinted in yellow, told Shane the photo was taken the spring of 2006. The boy on the right had a bloody chin and was smiling, pushing his cheeks up and squinting his brown eyes. His hair was black with brown roots and hung past his jaw. Red speckled his white Thrasher shirt. The other threw his head back in laughter, his half-black-half-bleached hair unkempt. This one wore black pants and a black The Clash tee.

“It’s Shane Lynch.”

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All Stories, Crime/Mystery/Thriller, General Fiction

The Luck Sucker by Antaeus

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The crowd of people standing around roulette table number fourteen was three deep. Only four people were placing bets, the rest were watching the high roller raking in piles of chips. Every time the ball dropped, a cheer went up, and more people left the other tables to have a look. I knew from experience that the lack of people betting cost the casino about 1-K a minute.

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Perfectly Split by Hugh Cron

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Daniel planed the final piece of timber. A few more shavings and he knew that it would fit. He wasn’t happy with one section so he spent another minute sanding it.

He admired his work.

The other two stood on plinths. He never considered himself arrogant. They were beautiful and in perfect proportion.

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The Straight Road South by Harrison Kim

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Tex and I rode the straight road south with a shaggy haired driver in a tight green shirt.  Tex leaned over from the back seat. “We’re pretty hungry.  Can you give us those food stamps on your dash?”

“I guess so”  The driver’s voice quavered. He braked a little too close to the car in front of us.  Then he lifted his head to look in the rear view mirror.  “Maybe if you go swimming with me?”

“We need the food stamps,” said Tex.

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