Archive for the ‘May 2008’ Category

The Last Day of Literature

by Marge Simon
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The Last Days of Literature

An Heroic Tale in an Enormous Tomb

by Tim W. Burke
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I see your smiles in the dark; it warms me to know I am so welcome. My time among you is short, so I must begin the prelude.
We had been part of a great world named Persepis. A world ruled by empires of enlightened races, driven by powerful magic, and home to dragons and other [...]

Bliss

by Janelle Ross
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My mom is a clown. Yep, red rubber nose, orange wig, funny clothes – the whole nine yards. And if that’s not bad enough, my gran is a motorcycle riding social worker with tattoos from one end of her body to the other. She works at a women’s shelter. Imagine my life.

The Urchin’s Dark Kite

by Michael J. DeLuca
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The noon sky was just pale enough for her blue cloak to match it: the perfect concealment. She could extend a hand and believe there was no arm to anchor it. A traveler on roads below might look up at the birds or the sun and never know that Amarantha watched him from the highest [...]

Dominoes

by Cathal O'Connell
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The worst present I ever got was from my grandmother, Nana Sweeney, when I was eleven years old. She was my mother’s mother and she gave me Rosary Beads. I’d just got a set of dominoes from my parents, which was bad enough, but the beads were just insulting. Of course, this happened before I’d [...]

Miz Pat Tackles The Duckling Killer

by Betty Jo Goddard
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My day sure changed suddenly. I had intended to eat breakfast, then stir myself around and go look in on Miz Liberton, who Mary Duncan said was feeling poorly. Thought I might run to the grocery for her. Pick up a few things if she needed something. Maybe tidy up her kitchen. She can’t get [...]

Clay Head

by Michael John Grist
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There’s a giant head in my living room. It’s made of grey clay, and it sings through the night.
It sings songs about America. Sometimes boogie-woogie or the Big Bopper. It sings Buddy Holly. It sings about the plane that crashed and sometimes the song about the crash. It sings about whiskey and rye.
I don’t know [...]