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stuck in a cliche


September 23, 2021

9 Pages The inside was dark. The Man With The Mustache woke up and saw nothing but a dimly lit wooden plank.  If he was smarter, or at least well versed in the English language, he may have thought the sight of nothing more than a dimly lit wooden plank was a bit ominous.  But he was not an altogether smart man, nor was he well versed in any language, let alone the one he…

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five tiny dwarves

Five Tiny Dwarves, a Circle, a Cat, and the Girl Who Saw it All

September 17, 2021

4 Pages Part I The little girl found a nice place in the grass and sat down near the stream. The sun was setting and the faint smell of a forest fire filled her nostrils. “A full moon!” she said aloud, smiling at the sky. As she watched the giant, pale circle move slowly across the sky she caught glimpse of another curious sight. In a high tower against the mountainside, five tiny dwarves with…

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Change of Image

August 8, 2021

5 Pages For one man it was his office. For the other, it was just another place to vent. Books line the entire office wall. The man behind the desk was immaculately dressed. The other looked like a grunge fan. His clothes were beyond worn. “What the FUCK are they doing to me!” The young writer, in the natty clothing, paced the length of the office. “Calm down…it’ll be okay…it’s just…” The agent tried calming…

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Little Affection

August 7, 2021

by Andrew Nellis In the box are the few pathetic remnants of her childhood. School year-books, some cheap junk jewelry, all the detritus left behind on the road to adulthood. And her diaries. She has not looked in the box…

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stool pigeon


July 23, 2021

The Stool Pigeon And The Indian Lake 1933 We were nine years old that bright, summer morning in 1933, when Norman told us about an airport “just on the other side of Crotona Park.” There were five of us in the group and the other four had just finished playing “off the bench.” This game is played with a “Spaldeen,” a pink, soft rubber ball…

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April 3, 2021

   For my wife and I the county of Cornwall was an ideal holiday location. Situated in the far west of England, its rugged shores and spectacular beaches had always produced the most memorable times for us. Like many other tourists, part of our affection for Cornwall lay in its wild frontier spirit. There was the aire of an outpost here, an atmosphere that reluctant city dwellers found quite irresistible.

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August 15, 2020

THE BOX The box had been in the family for generations. Nobody knew exactly how many years that may have been, but it was recorded in an old diary belonging to my great grandmother.     I often spent time reading her diary, and found her words and imaginings closely in tune with my own. To read of her life and times in the days when this house stood at the edge of a rural village,…

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August 15, 2018

AND THERE WAS LIGHT We as a race, were the essence of eternity. But there was only ever one race, which like time itself was both infinite and finite. All creatures and all time were merely parts of their respective wholes. For as a second might regard a minute as impossible, so does the cell of a greater being regard itself as independent.      Such are the spheres of existence. Every thought and deed a…

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August 15, 2014

SONGS FROM THE WOOD Despite years of studies, nobody had cracked the code. Many individuals and groups, looking at the puzzle from a multitude of different angles, had all failed to solve the riddle. Birdsong it seemed might never give up its secrets.     Thomas Mills was one such researcher. He’d made a hobby of the subject but like the rest he was getting nowhere fast. Unlike the rest though, he was a man obsessed…

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August 15, 2012

REDWING An eerie light filled the bay below as the moon hung powerless in the darkened sky. Above on the cliffs alone I waited; I knew they’d be coming soon for I’d seen them before. I’d seen their ugly play unfurl a thousand times, and tonight I would silence them forever.      Out to sea their prey approached. With mighty sails taut against the wind she laboured. Each hold lay full of trade to foreign…

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From The Strange Archive


May 11, 2009

            More fighting.  Always fighting.  It is the only appropriate verb to describe what is obscurely known as the “Relationship.”             Fighting during the day, at night, before bed, often interrupting sleep.  More fighting upon waking.  Sometimes one is forced to wonder what else there is and usually one is hard-pressed to come up with anything else.            This night, for example, filled with fighting, an endless stream of hurtful epithets hurled back and forth, things…

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Flowers for Aaron

April 26, 2008

9/15 Dearest Diary, I saw Betty today.  She was eating dinner at Gill’s with an athletic, handsome and obviously dim-witted young man.  Her companion had a Herculean body, but his face looked addled as he tilted his head from side to side like a dog staring at its master while they speak human to it.  The young buck’s pectorals protuberated from the skin-tight shirt that clung beneath his cheap sports jacket.  The shirt was tucked…

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