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Tag: Short Fiction
Literally Re-runs – Blessed are the Little Things by Leila Allison
Sharon Frame Gay has sent in a couple of suggestions for Reruns. The first is by Leila and this is what she said:
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Feed by Tara C. Kneel
She both loved and hated her room, as she would have an overbearing mother.
My Hero by Hugh Cron – Adult Content
…I always wanted to have a shot at some of that inner dialogue speaking to me.
You know the shit that I’m talking about; the ‘Sex In The City’ voice, ‘True Romance’ and me hearing Alabama, or even I suppose, John-Boy from The ‘Waltons’. Any of them would have done and I wanted it to be from me for me.
It nearly happened. Once.
Literally Reruns – Falling Stars by James McEwan
A dusty and disheveled figure fought its way out of the basement – It was Leila Allison, back from another foraging expedition and this time clutched in her hot little hand was Falling Stars by James McEwan. This is what she said:
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Week 214 – YA, CF And A Serial Killers Skud Book.
Here we are at Week 214.
I have been thinking on genres that I don’t normally think on.
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Real Time by Katie Nickas
It occurred to me during our second date that Mike didn’t exist in real time.
When we first met, he was friendly—cruelty-free, like a human-sized rabbit. We ate at a sub shop, but first, he drove us backwards through the drive-thru of a shuttered restaurant. Big, white truck built for long hauls and first impressions. The perfect way to convey unspecified wants.
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Fourth of July by Jacob Wrich
The Year You Were Born:
Your mother leaned forward in an aluminum lawn chair, scrunched her toes into the grass as the hot wind blew waves through her summer dress. She took another fleshy bite of watermelon and let her eyes slide closed as she savored the cool sweetness that filled her mouth. Your dad sat at the picnic table drinking a can of beer. He cupped a match from the breeze and lit a cigarette, and when your mother leaned forward, he stole a glimpse of her swollen breasts through his exhale.
Literally Reruns – Pandemic by Roger Ley
Leila Alllison has been rooting in the basement again and this time presented us with a Sci Fi story for another moment in the spotlight. This is what she said:
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