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The Cleaner
David stared at the long black stain. He had tried everything he could to clean it from the otherwise pristine white shirt, but nothing had…
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David stared at the long black stain. He had tried everything he could to clean it from the otherwise pristine white shirt, but nothing had…
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I. Aves When the little boy double crossed the shetani¸ Great Heron assumed her true spirit form and cursed him, placing her hands upon the…
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My father was my hero. When he was ten, he went into the cigar factory. He sat on a long bench. His father sat on…
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On the morning he was to leave Mortalus for the drive south to California, while walking to the library to return three DVD’s starring Theresa…
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Alessa wakes to the sound of bickering and with no idea where she is. There’s a television on somewhere and the bickering is just two…
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Sapna sips her café au lait on the patio of the Alliance Française de Bangalore. The styrofoam cup squeaks between her fingers, the beverage is…
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She leaned back against a bit of plywood spraypainted with hieroglyphics that had once signified a neighborhood swept and cleared. Her piousness was a beacon,…
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“I hate you!’ Maya cried and dashed to the bedroom, kicking the door behind her. The heavy door, solid seasoned-teak, swayed but stopped short of…
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If she had known what lay in store for her that day, she might have worn better shoes. She had squeezed her feet into narrow…
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There was finally a moonless night when Andrew drove his car to Sandy Point and boarded the last ferry of the day to the Eastern…
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Garland Breazeale was the last lawyer remaining in the courthouse’s library. Of course, “library” was a generous description for the cramped space in the building’s…
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“Here take this”, Radha plonked a big old VIP suitcase in front of me, “one of the locks is broken, but I don’t think that…
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I haven’t thought about her in two days. Guilt guiding my feet, I climb the rickety wooden ladder to the attic, wipe the dust off…
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Theodore Gabriel Watson awoke early on the day he was to unintentionally kill a fifteen-year-old white girl, feeling like a diseased mouse had crawled inside…
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She laid there, in quiet repose, as though I might wake her from her slumber. All the energies in the world could perform no such…
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I A mature, female spider needs to know how to make proper webs. But spider A was still struggling. First, she was reluctant to make…
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Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the opening night of Operap, the musical experiment. I am Coby Sunders, the producer of the show. I am also…
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I was in love with a mythical creature for the longest time. I didn’t meet her by the sea; she wasn’t washed ashore by a…
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The year after she left, my mother visited our house in San Diego only twice. The first time, she came with a U-haul truck and…
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It was the day before Christmas in Calcutta. It was 1997, and the city, like its name, still retained much of its old world charm….
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How sometimes, we are tied down by the Normal; we don’t want to realize all of our dreams. Here she was, compromising all her dreams…
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It was a late September evening when the sun came out after a 2 hour long shower. Cold water running through the streets drench my…
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Another loveless year is past. I am growing old now. Twenty six, at some impressionable age long ago seemed way too old for anymore fun…
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The phone rang. Papa was in his usual place in front of the telly, watching Call My Bluff, and muttering why Mummy wasn’t home yet….