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A Morning in Porto

It’s Saturday morning and I hear the sounds of Porto outside the hotel window. The city greets a new morning, while you burrow further under the duvet. 782 more words

Fiction

Moderate to Poor, Becoming Good Later*

The dark cloud hanging over Ben has gone. He tells himself not to overreact, the respite might be brief. But his relief refuses to be contained. 116 more words

Flash-fiction

Six-Word Stories #2

Your suitcase is packed. Please leave.

“It’s a boy!” “No it’s not.”

Wanted: Friend who makes me smile.

House for rent. Must like ghosts.

Prose And Poetry

StoryADay in May -- Day Thirty: Fluttering Bird Wings

Prompt: Write a story about the impact of art (I chose the loss of “real” books)

Fluttering Bird Wings

             Maya had never seen a real, honest-to-goodness book before. 652 more words

Fiction

The Kiss

Once again, this piece has a soundtrack. Unconditionally by Katy Perry. (Gorgeous video, too!)

I bring my fingertips to my lips, holding them there for a moment. 202 more words

Blog

Cola coffee wine

The sun’s on the left side of the plane and I’m on the right, craning for a glimpse of the just-lit continent.

A cart comes by, followed close behind by a woman with a large plastic smile, loud and cartoonish. 132 more words

Fiction

When the Vulture Comes

The big brown Chevy Blazer growls turning in the driveway.   It’s lack of muffler and coming to a sputtering stop emphasize his arrival.  The body appears to be held together by rust alone. 790 more words

Flash Fiction