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Week 501: Rage! Rage! Rage! Five Rave-Worthy Tales; Short Books Long on Story

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Rage!!!

But before I explode, I want to thank David Henson for his post last week (and I think he should return with more in the future). Guest posting is not going to be a one off, so who knows, maybe you will be invited to do the same. Now on with the show, as it is.

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Everyday I count my blessings then give Heaven the Finger. I took accounting in school (for one semester) and learned the credit/debit system, which I use to total my physical blessings versus the “other stuff” in my existence. The other stuff is made up mostly of new conditions/diseases they give you and charge your insurance for at doctors, ophthalmologists, dentists and Medieval Barbers.

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All Stories, General Fiction, Romance, Short Fiction

Acid Drop by Samantha Barrow

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A ring of strawberry lipstick circles the smoothed edge of the blunt as she passes it to me, and I try, I really do, not to imagine what it would be like to kiss her—to taste the berry directly from her lips instead of getting my hit secondhand from this pineapple flavored cigarillo wrapper.

I’m unsuccessful.

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Short Fiction

Literally Reruns-The Devil You Don’t Know by Dave Henson

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Dealing with The Fallen One is one of the oldest story ideas in the book, and yet it still can be fresh. Longtime site friend and contributor, David Henson proves that with a doozy of a new angle in his The Devil You Don’t Know.

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All Stories, Fantasy, Short Fiction

The Pelanconi Flower by Jon Krampner

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The Italian Renaissance is one of the crowning glories of western civilization. In Florence, Venice and other cities, men like Leonardo da Vinci shook off the centuries-old slumber following the collapse of the Roman Empire and blazed new trails through the intellectual firmament, sparking a fire in the minds of men and women that continues to this day. But even as they did so, village life continued much as it had for centuries. Our story concerns the remarkable events that took place in one of these villages.

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Latest News, Short Fiction

Week 499 – Barefoot And Pregnant, Smoking Fire And Dave’s On Next Week!

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Week 499 is now here.

Something came up this week that I want to address and that’s commenting.

This isn’t about any of you lovely people, it’s about my thinking when I comment.

This was brought to light when Dale commented on one of Leila’s early stories and I looked back to remind myself of the tale. I found that there was nothing from me.

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Crime/Mystery/Thriller, Short Fiction

Nice Young Lady Vanishes by Simon Nadel

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You haven’t been at work. That’s very unlike you. It’s been a few days. No, weeks. They couldn’t agree on how long but they all agreed it’s extremely uncharacteristic. You’re a model employee, always at your desk by nine, always there until at least five. You’ve been at your job for a few months. No, it’s been a year. A middle-aged HR manager named Dragwood (I didn’t ascertain whether it was his first or last name) looked through a file. He shook his head in disbelief. Wow, five years. She seemed like such a nice young lady, the man they called Dragwood said, like you I’m sure. I’m not at all nice, I didn’t say out loud.

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All Stories, General Fiction, Short Fiction

What We Discard by Gil Hoy

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On Wednesdays, I take my trash down to the curb. You have to wait until 3 pm to bring it down. It gets picked up on Thursday mornings at around 8 am. Our setup is a lot like other New England towns. There’s a blue bin for recyclables, a black bin for regular trash and a brown bin for yard waste.

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