By Cody Johnston
100 words
I can remember one day going fishing for marlin off the Gulf of Mexico with God. We took his boat. We were drinking ambrosia before five but we were on vacation so it was okay. I remember our conversation perfectly.
I asked “Do the marlins feel pain or fear?”
He replied “Of course. All my children do.”
I; “You consider them your children?”
He; “Yes. You are all my children, and I love you all as such.”
I: “But we’re going to hook them. Skin them. Eat them.”
He:”Yes, as with you all. Finish your ambrosia, child.”
So I did.
Cody Johnston is a dandelion seed wafting ever so gently in the wind.
11.24.2008
Twelve to Eternity
By Melissa Palladino
61 words
The bullet rests lightly in his pocket. She leans into him, licks his bottom lip. The radio bleats, his thigh brushes the steering wheel, a knife edge of sun slices them into bright and shadow.
A younger girl would fabricate a vision of white lace, herself an enchanting bride. This older girl knows better. She pushes on him. Squeezes the bullet.
Melissa Palladino studies karate but her true ambition is to be a jello wrestler because then she can kick ass AND wear a cool costume.
61 words
The bullet rests lightly in his pocket. She leans into him, licks his bottom lip. The radio bleats, his thigh brushes the steering wheel, a knife edge of sun slices them into bright and shadow.
A younger girl would fabricate a vision of white lace, herself an enchanting bride. This older girl knows better. She pushes on him. Squeezes the bullet.
Melissa Palladino studies karate but her true ambition is to be a jello wrestler because then she can kick ass AND wear a cool costume.
Like Braveheart
By Robert Aquino Dollesin
100 Words
If I had on a yellow dress I’d get myself up off this filthy, gum-stained floor and race past the lockers. At the end of the corridor I’d whirl around and scream out their names. Gus and Kip and Justin and all the others. Once they turned I’d raise the finger. Then I’d spin around, bend over and lift the back of my dress just like those Scottish warriors in Braveheart. Everyone watching would laugh, making those boys feel very small. But then if I was wearing a dress, it would lend truth to their insensitive taunts -- wouldn‘t it?
Robert Aquino Dollesin lives in Sacramento, where now and then he manages to pen out short stories. He sometimes blogs here: http://robertaquinodollesin.blogspot.com
100 Words
If I had on a yellow dress I’d get myself up off this filthy, gum-stained floor and race past the lockers. At the end of the corridor I’d whirl around and scream out their names. Gus and Kip and Justin and all the others. Once they turned I’d raise the finger. Then I’d spin around, bend over and lift the back of my dress just like those Scottish warriors in Braveheart. Everyone watching would laugh, making those boys feel very small. But then if I was wearing a dress, it would lend truth to their insensitive taunts -- wouldn‘t it?
Robert Aquino Dollesin lives in Sacramento, where now and then he manages to pen out short stories. He sometimes blogs here: http://robertaquinodollesin.blogspot.com
11.11.2008
Farm Wars
By Nathan Key
96 words
Ever since Mr. Brown’s prized milk cow, Bernice, jumped over the moon there was an all out war for his attention. The chickens were determined to peck out the world’s largest hole, the pigs planned world domination, and the horses soon embarked on expedition to the bottom of the sea.
Mr. Brown put an end to the whole affair when the old goat broke his neck in a skydiving accident. With tears in his eyes, the farmer buried Fredrick’s body beside a physics lab that the mice had been constructing and considered the matter settled.
Nathan is a writer/philosopher who lives in Seattle, WA with his family. He primarily writes screenplays and magazine articles, but you can find some additional writings at his website: www.nathankey.com
96 words
Ever since Mr. Brown’s prized milk cow, Bernice, jumped over the moon there was an all out war for his attention. The chickens were determined to peck out the world’s largest hole, the pigs planned world domination, and the horses soon embarked on expedition to the bottom of the sea.
Mr. Brown put an end to the whole affair when the old goat broke his neck in a skydiving accident. With tears in his eyes, the farmer buried Fredrick’s body beside a physics lab that the mice had been constructing and considered the matter settled.
Nathan is a writer/philosopher who lives in Seattle, WA with his family. He primarily writes screenplays and magazine articles, but you can find some additional writings at his website: www.nathankey.com
The Watchmaker's Lover
By Roseanne Griffeth
50 words
They met through his hobby, an obsession with clockwork, tiny screwdrivers and timepieces. She brought him her father's gold watch for repair. In his attic, he showed her his treasures and more. Her infidelity was visiting another watchmaker then lying. He issued an ultimatum. Her gears were his. She disagreed.
Rosanne Griffeth's work can be seen in Keyhole Magazine, Smokelong Quarterly, The Angler, Writer's Eye Magazine and Six Little Things among other places. She lives on the verge of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park with her herd of goats and spends most of her time writing about and documenting Appalachian culture. She is the blogger behind The Smokey Mountain Breakdown. www.smokeymountainbreakdown.blogspot.com
50 words
They met through his hobby, an obsession with clockwork, tiny screwdrivers and timepieces. She brought him her father's gold watch for repair. In his attic, he showed her his treasures and more. Her infidelity was visiting another watchmaker then lying. He issued an ultimatum. Her gears were his. She disagreed.
Rosanne Griffeth's work can be seen in Keyhole Magazine, Smokelong Quarterly, The Angler, Writer's Eye Magazine and Six Little Things among other places. She lives on the verge of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park with her herd of goats and spends most of her time writing about and documenting Appalachian culture. She is the blogger behind The Smokey Mountain Breakdown. www.smokeymountainbreakdown.blogspot.com
The Man Whose Home is a Bench
By Eva Eliav
100 words
I know a man whose home is a city bench. I don’t know by what roundabout road of life he ended at that place, but he is established there, his scanty belongings heaped neatly beside him.
What brings a man to settle on a bench? I try to solve the mystery of a life, exposed, yet completely hidden. If I were to give him a questionnaire, "bench" would be the answer to every question: address, family, occupation, hobbies.
Perhaps he fell out of a myth, and created another one. Within it, he is held, contained and nourished. Within the bench.
Eva Eliav grew up in Toronto , Canada and has been living in Israel since 1970. Her poems and short fiction have been published in a number of literary magazines, including Room of One’s Own, Natural Bridge , Parchment, Quality Women’s Fiction, Voices Israel , and ARC Israel . Her other interests include painting, films, and finding the perfect frappuccino. Eva Eliav is married and has a daughter.
100 words
I know a man whose home is a city bench. I don’t know by what roundabout road of life he ended at that place, but he is established there, his scanty belongings heaped neatly beside him.
What brings a man to settle on a bench? I try to solve the mystery of a life, exposed, yet completely hidden. If I were to give him a questionnaire, "bench" would be the answer to every question: address, family, occupation, hobbies.
Perhaps he fell out of a myth, and created another one. Within it, he is held, contained and nourished. Within the bench.
Eva Eliav grew up in Toronto , Canada and has been living in Israel since 1970. Her poems and short fiction have been published in a number of literary magazines, including Room of One’s Own, Natural Bridge , Parchment, Quality Women’s Fiction, Voices Israel , and ARC Israel . Her other interests include painting, films, and finding the perfect frappuccino. Eva Eliav is married and has a daughter.
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