Fiction

The Scavenger Thing

I’M A VULTURE. As you can tell by my long black feathers and bald, red, head, I don’t mean it in a figurative sense. Why not? Are vultures…

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Miss

Play. It was down as a four but I had hopes of making one under. I swung the driver a couple of times before committing myself. The wind…

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Dispatches from the City of Children

1 THERE ARE FIFTY TO A HUNDRED CHILDREN hammering at the door to my apartment. I can’t count them. They stuck chewing gum over the peephole. I can…

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Don’t You Just Hate Oh-So-Fateful Days

HERE IS A STORY as I remember it told to me in my childhood, and please do note that the keyword in that sentence is REMEMBER. ••• There…

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The Other Things in the Blood

MR ADESINA, whose trousers were always dirty at the pockets and the buttocks, but still so ironed that the buttocks shone, was the inter-science and biology teacher who…

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On TV Pan Cakes Today

—TODAY, SAID FATHER DWYER FROM THE TV, his ruddy cheeks glowing, masterfully powdered up by Crisis Johnson the makeup technician, looking like a chipmunk, Today, we will learn…

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Patient 452

  Hôpital Universitaire de Boudevilliers Clos Fleuri Les Acacias 2043 Boudevilliers +41 44 455 22 22   Date: 12.09.2016 Patient Number: 452 000125 Patient: Kenneth Williams DOB: 01.06.1981…

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The Hat From Hell

I LOVE TRAVELING. I got this hat when I was in Hell. This was back in 1992. I didn’t know that’s where I was going at the time…

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A Reasonable Investment

THE DOMOVOI sat on a shelf next to the matryoshka dolls in the duty free shop. The creature was perched atop his price tag, 150 rubles which, at…

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