Category: Twisted Sister noir
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FICTION — Conservation of the Species
The sky explodes as the runner’s trainer splashes down into a puddle on the dirt track. The mud that he kicks up spatters his legs and joins the zig zag of red lines that bramble thorns have already etched into his shins. A low sun warms his back and casts a shadow at his feet.…
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FICTION — Genesis
The silence is nice in the beginning. I don’t like most people, except for you, so it is freeing to be alone. The bodies are unsettling, though. Their cloudy gray eyes watch me as I dance away the first few nights, high on survival and disco. I can feel their resentment, their disappointment. I can’t…
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FICTION — How Deep Will The Darkness Be!
1970 The line for the confessionals had gotten shorter. The row of kids in front of me was getting up, now. Soon it’d be my turn. Bless me father, I thought, automatically, for I have sinned… “If you can…” came from the pew behind me. “Go to Father Kim!” Loud whispers. Super-cool Mary Grace…
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POEM — There’s a Sister Missing
I lie asleep breeding pensive dreams of my sister, that reign over the darkness So very often they’re explored with maladjusted sight, through an enabling shroud Dressed like a paper doll from the 50’s, she talks to herself with contentment A few hundred times she’s lived in my dreams, with slumbering breath, I call to…
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FICTION — Kat and Hero
“What do you mean they’re on to me,” Kat waved her cigarette in the air. “How the fuck would you know.” “Shh,” I leaned forward and stared into my beer. Trying to keep a low profile wasn’t working. She kept going. “Derik, you gotta be kidding – this is total bullshit.” I kept my voice…
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FICTION — The Woman Who Loved Too Much
Britta, beautiful Britta, had just awoken in her state room of the cruise ship “Lollipop,” as she called it. She heard the low hum of the ship’s engine just beyond her pint-sized bathroom. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she looked through the porthole. Yes, this is exactly the way she remembered the coast of…
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FLASH FICTION — Sleazy Money
Miranda was walking around the apartment, naked with a twinkle in her eye, when Mario came home to disclose a new revelation. “Hello, honey.” “Hello, Mario. I thought you were done at nine.” She bent over to pick up a red lighter, manifesting a silver butt plug and a dangling string from a tampon. “Christ,…
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FICTION — Reversal
7:00 AM. Three men were traveling from New York City to a small, blue-collar town in Suffolk County on Long Island. In the backseat Ignacio Badillo, a short, heavyset man in his late thirties, was not in a good mood. He’d had only one hour of sleep after spending several hours drinking and cavorting with…
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FICTION — Under An Umbrella
Rain drums down on the sidewalk, sharp as liquid knives. I draw my shoulders in under my umbrella, bracing myself against the wind. It’s a quarter until three in the morning. At the hospital, we always called this the witching hour, the hour when you were most likely to lose a patient. I’m not tolling…
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FICTION – Silence
Missy sat handcuffed to each of the cold wooden arms of the chair, and a wide strand of duct tape placed over her mouth. Just to make a point she twisted and turned her wrists to cause as much ruckus and noise as possible. “Silence!” her so called hero spoke through his gritted teeth. “If…
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