Stories tagged literary-fiction

I Russian Bride - Letters 1-6 (novel excerpt)

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Online dating. Russian women. Beware.

How to Travel with Your Demons (2)

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The love of hundreds of people, seemingly, rain down from the sky, but its not like when the cock hits the good spot inside you. And everybody who is reading this knows this is true. We all know what that feels like, that aha moment, that eiphany, like,

How to travel with your Demons (3)

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Watch her now as she tries to not smoke. Considers, reconsiders. Checks her nylon bag for her phone charger, and lights a cigarette anyway, which she immediately extinguishes in the kitchen sink.

How to travel with your Demons (5)

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She believes that this started with a phone call when she walked out of the deli yesterday. She believes that it started when it was snowing this morning in Brooklyn, waiting for her car to arrive, but the truth is, this journey began a long time ago.

The Lot

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The inhabitants of the surrounding neighborhood steered clear of the Lot, mindful of its existence, its countless drags of scrap, drenched with the fused association of many scenes and emotions from memory and experience. Left to its own devices, the place is now…

Excerpt from Novel-in-Progress "The Sun Eaters"

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Can you dream with your eyes open like a rabbit?... You silly egg, don’t you know? Rabbits dream with one eye closed.

A Brief Stirring Of Dust (1st Chapter)

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David Masterson was not a recluse. At least, he didn’t think so. He lived in a small cottage outside of Spokane, Washington, surrounded by trees and a long, gravel driveway. To his knowledge, no one other than he and the postman knew of its existence,

A Brief Stirring Of Dust (2nd Chapter)

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David awoke to the sound of a subtle melody and the tap tap tip, taptap of a fading rain shower. He wasn’t sure which sound he liked better and was glad that he didn’t have to choose.

A Brief Stirring Of Dust (3rd Chapter)

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Wednesday David awoke to the blaring of his clock's default alarm and managed to feel simultaneously perturbed and relieved. It was the alarm that irritated him and the fact that he neglected to set a more mellifluous alarm. The relief came as he realized he was only…

A Brief Stirring Of Dust (4th Chapter)

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“You are an idiot,” he muttered at himself. Sitting down, he scratched his palm lightly and looked at the picture of his cats on the computer monitor. “You don't think she'll say anything, do you?”

A Brief Stirring Of Dust (5th Chapter)

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Winter was patient that year. David remembered because the trees were still changing. They didn't stay very long, his mom and sister, only a weekend or so. But it was long enough. Any amount of time would've been long enough.

A Brief Stirring Of Dust (Final Chapter)

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“I tried to be optimistic for a second, you know. Maybe it wasn’t theirs, but then the flight number popped up and confirmed it. I stood there in stunned silence and suddenly felt disembodied. Like I was watching myself watch everything...

Fuzzy Mollis

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It was a quick jolt of suspicion. My small kitchen has barely enough room to turn around in, yet I had the sensation I was being watched. When I experience it again, just seconds later, I realize it is real eyes watching, not a camera.

Fuzzy Mollis

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My small kitchen has barely enough room to turn around in, yet I had the feeling I was being watched. When I experience it again, just seconds later, I realize it was eyes watching, actual eyes, not a camera or machine.

Spiders

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Ten am, and the piledriver behind Rhys's eyes shows no sign of mercy. Beyond the safety glass, caverns of empty air tumble down and out to where the edge of the city is lost in the murk. The figures on the screen pulse and phase with the hideous internal rhythm of his…