Stories tagged flash-fiction

Invented Memories of my Father: 21

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Our legacy in these pages, the first inklings of going into the red, the hull breached, the trickle of debt begun, only to grow larger and finally sink the whole damn thing. A lamb bought for Easter—£4.30. A load of brick for outhouse refurbishment—£5.6/1

Invented Memories of my Father: 22

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Whilst nobody was looking, I placed a hand on the same rhinoceros’ hide recently and tried to feel your vibration.

Stephen’s Green—False Summer 2015

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The famine memorial is ignored by passers by and in a far corner a colorful Oscar Wilde is recumbent on a boulder.

Iowa

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The toupee shouts something about American excellence as it waves its .38 Special around like a flag.

Bad Writing

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When you're scared to write badly, that's when you write. You are probably trying to tell the truth.

The Mate

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It sits there, watching, waiting, multiple cycles over.

Cobh Harbor—July Evening

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The Titanic Experience is closed for the day and deck chairs sit abandoned in a parking lot

Making Conversation in a Bar Making Soap Into a Bar

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For every four fingers of good whiskey you down a glass of water.

Rags To Riches To Rags, 4, 5, 6

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Then Vladimir asked Ellen if she wanted to try out the dungeon. And she looked at me, and smiled. “Well, yes.” “What?” I said. “No, Ellen, no! Do not let him lock you in here, whatever you do.” “Do not worry. Do not worry. I am Janovsky, no? I

Rags to Riches to Rags: 4, 5, 6, 7

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Vladimir asked Ellen if she wanted to try out the dungeon. And she looked at me, and smiled. “Well, yes.” “What?” I said. “No, Ellen, no! Do not let him lock you in here, whatever you do.” “Do not worry. Do not worry. I am Janovsky, no? I have s

My Emerald Skull

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Three men were waiting for a bus. The first man said -- his face come to life like a suddenly alive inanimation -- “If you worry that I am ill, good news for you. A wizard gave me a great gift. His name is Handsome, Handsome the Wizard, and he gave me

So You Want to Be a Poet

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You’re the girl that would sneak out to poetry readings instead of parties, watching fierce semi-bearded men reading their poems from hand-stapled zines.

Rags to Riches to Rags: 8, 9, 10

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My family castle, outside Prague, had a working smithy, dungeons, and a torture chamber (with iron maiden) -- Nobody should try to get by without one of those.

Home—Celbridge 2015

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he limped along his usual route, dogless since the days the beast savaged his hand.

Rags to Riches to Rags: 11

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Many weddings took place at the foot of the Astronomical Clock Tower. One every hour, on the hour. It turned out these were set-up photo shoots for things like men’s cologne, brocade bridal gowns, and smoked carp. At night we wandered around the many cr