Category: Fiction
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Chasya & Samar
On her knees and white-knuckling the porcelain bowl, Samar awaited the next surge of morning sickness to spew forth. In the kitchen, Abdul was shrieking at one of his buddies on the prepaid cell phone she’d purchased for him at Wal-Mart yesterday. “Pray God my baby isn’t a boy,” she implored and wretched the remainder…
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My Death Is a Great Red Pen, Correcting-Kindra M. Austin
Originally posted on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen: What you want, I ain’t got; and goddamn, I have the sinking feeling that it’s happening again, as night is falling down upon me. I submerge, accordingly— ? await my death. My death eradicates mistakes I’ve made, and saves. My death is a great red pen, correcting— ?…
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Opa!
“So, tell me, Marina…” Jackie began as she put her work away for the day. “What big plans do you have for Valentine’s Day?” Marina shook her head and sighed. “I no have a the big plans. Is a very sad day for me. Very sad.” “I’m so sorry,” Jackie replied. “Did you have a boyfriend…
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Guest Barista Saturday: Meet Susan Marie Shuman
Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café: My name is Susan Marie Shuman and I currently live in Birmingham, AL. I’m a freelance writer, editor, proofreader, and introvert. I’ve also worked as a data entry clerk, admin assistant, bartender, waitress, and caregiver to the elderly. I am also the author of three books, Gutter Ball: A Collection of…
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Vadima
Blood moon creeps across the starless sky, hovering over the bayou like a chandelier. The air is thick and still, yet Spanish moss sways as if there were a breeze. Gypsy woman sits by her fire mesmerized — deep in trance until a jagged smile rips her face like barbed wire.
aka, The Abject Muse 