Category: Fiction
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Gracious Living
Displaying his characteristic ill manners and bad taste, Brad attempted to put their guests at ease with the old “who farted?” cliché. Brad blamed Janet, Janet blamed Brad, while both knew it was one of the houseguests. As an encore he’d tried a couple of stupid elephant jokes: What Do You Call A Passenger Plane Shaped Like…
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(Un)Color My World
Choking back the tears, Celeste was afraid to meet her mother’s hateful gaze. Coloring inside the lines was hard for a five-year-old, but Celeste persisted. “Can’t you do anything right?” Gretchen slurred. Clutching a yellow crayon in a shaking hand, the little girl tried again. Carefully, she shaded in Rapunzel‘s blonde hair. Cheeks red and brow furrowed,…
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Willy
“If I am not for myself, then who will be for me?” Hillel Stephanie played to win. Thus far, she’d achieved every goal, personally and professionally, that she’d set for herself. If someone had the misfortune of being in her way, well, that was their own damn fault. She wasn’t the world’s babysitter, for cripe’s…
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Tempus Interruptus
He’d had enough of humankind’s shenanigans. Zeus’s finger, poised and angry, hovered above the button. Hera tried to reason with him: “Give those silly mortals another chance, for Cripe’s sake!” she pleaded. “They can’t help what they are.” “They’re a hopeless bunch,” Zeus muttered with a maniacal grin. Meanwhile, back on Earth… Kim Jong-Un’s stubby,…
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She’d given it everything she had, but it wasn’t enough. Ever. The rejection letters kept coming, never a word of encouragement. That was then. This time, it would be different. This time, her muse is on steroids. No, wait. It felt more like LSD. Maybe it’s a little of both. In any case, a kaleidoscope of ideas jazz her imagination’s muscles in…
aka, The Abject Muse 