He rolled out from under the boat and lay on his back. The sun soaked into him. But the fly that had awoken him kept buzzing near his ear. It landed on his face and he brushed it away.
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Assumed Position by T.L. Tomljanovic
The seatbelt light clicked on and Tess checked her latch, her eyes flicking to Jake’s lap—unbuckled, of course. He got the aisle seat. She was in the middle. A stranger sat by the window.
The captain crackled on the intercom. “We’re experiencing a bit of turbulence, folks. Please remain seated as we begin our descent.”
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The Vase by Dennis Kohler
She bought it at the annual Presbyterian rummage sale. The small handwritten tag said 75 cents. The little girl who was watching the money box smiled at the 25 cent tip. In the end, they both got what they wanted. The little girl was a dollar closer to going to college, and the old woman got a small part of her childhood back.
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Mallet, Stake, Button by Ed Kratz
John works in the vampire processing room. A beep sounds and an open box rolls in on a conveyor belt. He grabs a stake with his left hand. Holds his mallet with the right, and drives the stake through the vampire’s chest. Then he hits the large red button, signaling he’s ready for the next. Mallet, stake, button. It’s how he survives. Mallet, stake, button.
It’s morning now, and he’s waiting for the battered old Ford truck that picks up factory workers.
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Unicorn Hunt by Brooksie C. Fontaine
The maiden waits for the unicorn on a mossy stump.
She’s naked – that part was important, they said, but she thinks it was probably just important to them. She refuses to cover her small breasts, because she thinks it would give the hunters some pleasure to see her try to protect her modesty.
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Sunday Whoever
This week we have another real treat when we take a look into the mind and deep thoughts of one of the founding editors of the site. The creator of Stormcrow – when are we getting another one everyone cries! – We always knew he was was a lovely person (in spite of his rugby preferences – but then he doesn’t have much choice given the land of his birth) he’s a great writer and just all round top bloke. Ladies and Gents and I give you Mr Nik Eveleigh.
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Week 481 – Beginnings, A Sales Opportunity And It Should Have Been Dizzy But His Music Is Shit.
Here we are at week 481!
The year is trundling along quickly although April and May have been going on for ever. Well, a good six weeks up until now!
A Starless Street Corner by Christopher J Ananias.
I took long walks into the insomniac’s night. Wild music thumped on the deserted sidewalk. I peered into the smeary barroom window. A man in coveralls slept with his head on his arms at a table. Pool balls cracked next to his ear. Angry hairy faces, full of booze were engaged in the battle of the green felt, and blood may spill. I walked onward before I drew some menace from the watering hole. Then I met the traveler on a starless street corner.
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Breathing Underwater by Katrina Irene Gould
On Saturday, Mark ate breakfast with me before heading to work, even lingering in deference to the weekend. A month earlier, I’d fled our apartment for two nights to call attention to my despair, but exactly nothing had changed. I wondered if our small life could be enough.
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The Trolley Workers by Paul Kimm
A neighbour two down from us was the only person we directly knew who lost someone. A family member that is. Even though just a distant cousin of theirs, it tore their family apart. Just like it did many families, and how it changed the whole fabric of how we live. Looking back on it now you wouldn’t think such an innocuous job could matter so much, that it could change everything about how we live, but it did. Of course, the tragedy of so many going like that is the main thing, the sheer lack of explanation to this day and how we do things now is borderline unfathomable. Most of all though, I think about our neighbour’s second cousin, just one of thousands, an estimated sixteen thousand, but knowing someone who knew one of them, who left us on that day, just makes it so close.
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