Category: Fiction
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The Paper Boy
Greg hated math. He wasn’t good at it, didn’t understand it, nor did he care to. In Greg’s mind, his Algebra 1 class was inconsequential to his future and whatever that future may or may not hold. Greg wasn’t interested in much of anything, if the truth were to be known. Girls, sports, cars; all…
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Art Appreciation
It was the first thing she saw each morning when she woke up, and the last thing she saw before falling asleep. It bungled her dreams and ruined her days. For as far back as Tammy could remember it had hung there, taking up almost the entire wall. The monstrosity was an eyesore; a waste of valuable space where Barry Manilow…
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How I Met Moon-Doggie
When the sudden thunderstorm began to taper off, “Fly Me to The Moon” was playing on my iPod. I love that song. All that money spent on a professional make-up artist, streaming down my cheeks like an insane child’s finger-painting. People hurried past, concerned with their own affairs, scarcely glancing at my psychedelic face. That just goes to…
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Gutter Ball
It was summertime in New Orleans, and the night was opaque with a steamy-stench that lingered in the nostrils. They were two strangers waiting for the Carrollton Avenue bus, gray beads of sweat crawling like ants over their scalps, trickling down their backs. The woman put a Tareyton between her lips…
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The Visitors
This week’s prompts at Grammar Ghoul Press are the word “pterodactyl” and the sculpture below: ‘Torso in Metal from The Rock Drill’ by Sir Jacob Epstein. Man, I hate Saturdays: the worst day of the week. Why, you ask? It’s the visitors. You people don’t know what it’s like; sitting her immobilized while idiots stroll by making stupid comments, laughing. Hah! If they only…
aka, The Abject Muse 