The Dead Tree by Lee Ann Petropoulos
The Dead Tree by Lee Ann Petropoulos There is a dead tree by the neighbor?s house.? Too close for comfort,
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The Dead Tree by Lee Ann Petropoulos There is a dead tree by the neighbor?s house.? Too close for comfort,
Continue readingTanned arms swing from the windows of a bone-white vehicle. The truck rattles west, where the sun is bleeding all down the horizon.
Continue readingAn angel was flying over a town with its wings snow-white and fluffy. It fluttered above red tiled roofs and variegated chimneys. It hovered over some young folks with their eyes lifted up to the sky, and it was just a girl?s drawing. With her aureate hair and timid smile from above, Gala appeared like an angel herself: she was very tall, quite young and extremely shy.
Continue readingHis last name was Krasowicz. His family was from Chicago though he had grown up in Guatemala, Honduras, Ecuador and Chile. Because of his dad?s various jobs. An interesting family background for someone who was now a chubby, mostly bald nobody, sitting alone in a seedy bar in the outskirts of Nowheresville, USA. Strangely, he remembered that disturbing incident from his college days. Alcohol was the key to bad memories.
Continue readingA child reaches her hand up into a glittering web. She is caught under a spell of shimmering strings made of threads so fine that they hum with music of the passing wind. It is as if you can almost hear the gentle sound of glass raindrops falling on blue and white crossed strings
Continue readingThe ambulance screamed through the night. Its exciting lights flashing there red and white warning. When my eyes opened, I stared blankly into the gaze of an Emergency Medical Technician.
Continue readingWishful Thinking by Jules A Riley ?You?re smiling?? Ludvik frowned.. ? It?s nothing,? replied Asdis. ?Come on, why?? ?I was
Continue readingJUNK by Robert Kalkreuter She tore through the clutter on the back seat of her husband?s car, scattering the pieces
Continue readingHeavenly Bodies by Frank Hubeny “I wish I had a heavenly body, but I’m a big, fat black hole. I
Continue readingMy wife handed me the small envelope addressed to me in ink. The return address was from San Antonio, which was curious, because I did not know anyone from that city anymore. The friends that I had met there had all reported for duty the same day I did, in other cities and towns
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