Tag: Twisted Sister Fiction
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FICTION — Stocking Feet
On Saturday, Trixie went to visit her older sister, June, who lived on the other side of Bangor. Having chatted for the better part of an afternoon, they both decided to look through some old photo albums, and so, Trixie followed her sister up the stairs, till they came to a modestly-appointed spare bedroom. Upon…
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PLAY — Nothing Between Sisters (Act Two)
ACT TWO (For ACT ONE, see here) Time: Approximately 3:00 PM on a Saturday, six months later Setting: Inside Saint Michelle’s Roman Catholic Church Having spent yet another afternoon paddling her sister’s behind, June informs her Trixie that she plans to go to confession later that afternoon. Trixie offers to…
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FLASH FICTION — The Most Tender Part
In the hotel room’s shifting morning light, Kendra lifts her head and sees a man strewn across her belly. In flashing memories, she sees him pinning her down, trapping her to the bed. His name is Stan. Maybe Stewart. There is another one, a gentle one, next to her. He was concerned with her enjoyment,…
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FICTION — The Ties That Bind
Silver cutlery clinked and echoed in the empty dining hall as Clarissa Williams toyed with a fork. She was a woman who knew what she wanted in life, and she was not afraid to get it. Take Thomas, for example. She smiled at him, as he, in the lean muscle and youth nearly twenty years…
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FICTION — Made Your Bed
He finishes, grunts and rolls over. The covers go with him, and I shudder as cool air hits my damp skin. There is the smallest, queerest thrill between my throbbing thighs. Perhaps the air mocks his failings, teasing me with how easily it can get to me. Frustrated as his first phlegmy snore punctuates the…
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FICTION — His Tongue
Sef downed his mouthwash with all the smug satisfaction of a man truly secure in any success he found. No matter how small, it was all success. Shivering past the spearmint bite, he tossed the container hard enough through the darkness ahead to ensure he was truly alone. It clattered. He waited. The streetlights buzzed…
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FICTION — Shreds of Silva
She lived a life with a house and playgroups, vacuum cleaners and birthday parties. Her children mixed flour and water, flooded the garden and molded mud pies. She spun with one child on her back, another in her arms. She was joyful with a sense of adventure not worthy of a wife of a house.…
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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 – The Field
I was pulled outta my cell this morning and thrown into a shitty, white coaster. You know, those hover pods they stopped making, like, twenty years ago. Next thing I know, I’m dumped in this field covered in plastic, green shit that crunches under my feet. I think it’s supposed to be grass, though I doubt anyone’s felt that stuff in decades…
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FICTION – Shards of Glass
I opened my eyes in the moonlit bedroom, and saw myself standing stark naked before the mirrored doors of my wardrobe. I say myself because it was me. Yet, also reflected in the mirror, another image of me reclined in bed, watching. Is this a dream or reality? I pinched myself. Nothing changed. Maybe, I…
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