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Fresh Air
I was a late baby, arriving at 11:30 on Thanksgiving night to my mother at 40, according to Mom. I was late for everything. I started school a year late, arrived at Sunday School late and would have to walk into the room as everybody watched, I was silent for so much of my early childhood that my mom and grandmother thought I was retarded. I never really got around to learning how to balance on a bicycle, or swim til I was in my teens. I graduated High School a year after everybody else because I just could not figure out what was going on with Calculus, and subsequently had to make it up.
By Jay Amari4 years ago in Fiction
Pride, Prejudice & the Frat House: Part 1
I’m not that girl. I’m not the one who parties until 3 am at some Fraternity I would not be caught dead in on any given day. I’m not the girl who dances with random guys and then tears off her dress in the middle of a living room.
By Mycheille Norvell4 years ago in Fiction
Sinking Prospects. Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge.
Listen to the recorded chapter on Spotify: (Available on all major platforms—full list here) ~~~ Martin Williams swore as icy seawater swamped his socks.
By Stephen A. Roddewig4 years ago in Fiction
The Portrait
The Portrait I knew something was up when she offered to pay for the coffees. She hasn’t done that in all the years I’ve known her. Perhaps she had fallen out with her gallery, wanted me to introduce her to another one.
By Tony Warner4 years ago in Fiction
BunRabs. Top Story - April 2022.
“It’s a myth,” clucked Doris as she picked at her salad. “I don’t believe it, not for one instant.” “You’re just a spring chicken, dear,” responded Doris’ Aunt Clementine as she absent-mindedly primped and groomed herself while they sat gossiping. “You don’t understand how dangerous the world can be, how vicious.” Clementine readjusted her sitting position, shifting forward and cocking her head to one side, bringing it closer to Doris. “Why do you think your mother treasured you oh so desperately before she was taken from us? You were the only child she raised, but not the only child she might have raised. It’s so sad, really.”
By Donald J. Bingle4 years ago in Fiction
In the footsteps of Baudelaire
All good stories start with the words "once upon a time". And so does this one. Once upon a time there was a website called Poetry.com. It is not the same Poetry.com you find today. The one I found was an older one, which now has disappeared. If that has anything to do with my efforts as a poet I don't know. I guess the jury is out on that one.
By Tomas Ahlbeck4 years ago in Fiction
About The Author
Jim had, quite literally, done nothing in his life other than finish his novel, a simple (if starkly boring) existence that led to this author bio on the inside of the back cover of the book that would go on to be a best seller:
By Briane Pagel4 years ago in Fiction
Among laptops and vampires
"It's ok, I saved the laptop!" I just returned from UK to Sweden after a week of standup gigs in and around London. This was also the first time I met my friend P in real life. He was a cult comedian on the British standup circuit, and quite well known by the British comedians. The fact that he was in the crowd to give me support made the other comedians treat me with some respect.
By Tomas Ahlbeck4 years ago in Fiction
There is love in the smile.
- I She looked at the girl's face and realized he must be able to talk to her. I did not answer. I avoided his smiling face, too. One of the reasons was because of my ticket, I was in the window seat. To my left is another seat. Maybe this seat for the girls.
By Nikhil Bhowmik4 years ago in Fiction
1,000's of Monkeys Invade Downtown San Jose, Costa Rica
Mother Nature worked overtime this past Thursday! Shoppers & Business Owners. . Pedestrians & Street Vendors. . Damas & Caballeros. . they woke up to THOUSANDS OF MONKEYS invading the STREETS of San Jose!
By William "Skip" Licht4 years ago in Fiction
She is trying
“Whore,” an elderly woman whispered at her husband from behind her hand. Faith Pennies overheard this, but out of politeness pretended like she hadn’t. The woman who had uttered the profanity was a church acquaintance that had made no acknowledgment towards Faith, so faith slowed her shopping cart and pretended to compare pasta prices. She slowed her breathing and opened her ears for potential tidbits of gossip, but the woman had ceased speaking to her husband. This could only mean one thing. The woman had been talking about her.
By E. J. Strange4 years ago in Fiction
Grow Up!
“Grow up, can’t you?” Sammie asked her brother for the tenth time that morning. “I enjoy playing, what’s wrong with that?” Phet answered.
By Colin Devonshire4 years ago in Fiction