Stories tagged flash

An Elegy for COURIER

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I'm sitting in a hotel room at the edge of our fair continent. The shelf lies — a mile or two beyond - buried under a million tons of salt water. That is what the creatures — from the largest blue whale to the smallest phytoplankton need — changes…

True-Life Microaggressions or How I Learned To Live In America

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You speak English so well.

He knows better

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It’s time to let her go.

The Number 4

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The number four didn’t need to feel anything but boxy, solid and even.

Years After

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Years After she can go home.

Unravel

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You slit your eyes and flick your cigarette in front of an oncoming car. I see how easily you could be that oncoming car.

Cornfield

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This is not a story you expect to end at Cape Horn.

Desert

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On a trail, Richard and I came upon a saguaro cactus that had dried in the shape of a human figure. Its arms were lifted and its back was stooped. I said, “It looks like my mother.”

Kittens and the Hands of God

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As the breeze slowly died, another breeze brought her back up, one breeze after another like the hands of God carrying her through the sky.

Man Cave / Jane Austen

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They ride horses through the living room ....

Icebreaker (second draft)

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A short play based on college life.

81/2 Characters

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Memoir: 8 1/2 characters with dissociative-identity-disorder.

Visitor

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Everything dies, baby, that's a fact. But maybe everything that dies someday comes back. The Boss.

Deal

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I once emailed a man on a dating site who wrote back, “I always thought your writing in the Village Voice was over-rated.”

Splitting

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Crunching gravel beneath my feet, the sound of approaching death.