Tag: Twisted Sister Fiction
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FICTION — Star Power
Jup stood behind his bar, wiping the plastic surface idly with his remaining good arm. It was quiet inside and the usual hum of filtration fans had been muted at great cost. Generic piano music played from hidden speakers, unremarkable except in its consistency under the murmur of conversation. The bar-top was situated in a…
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FICTION — Pieces of Forever
“Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying” – Gerard Way Tobias is an immortal. A living, breathing, actual, honest-to-God immortal. It doesn’t really matter how or why he achieved immortality, only that he has. And when one is over five centuries old but only looks to be a man of…
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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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FICTION — Blow Job
Sure, it’s not like she had a lot of friends. Or was even remotely popular. Goth artist brandishing a sketchbook, you could say she was kinda cool. But not at this school, social pariah hanging out with other misfits was more like it. Still, she had friends. Or used to. Like Sammy, whose purple-inked doodle…
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FICTION — Light and Scales
You meet him your second day in Charleston. More so, perhaps, you meet his violin. He’s wearing a suit you imagine cost as much as a car. As he speaks to you, he’s still holding his violin: a red piece of wood with scratch marks and a faded veneer. You wonder at the abuse the…
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FICTION — Lovesickness
She was kept in the garden. The man who loved her had built her a shelter, a basic shed; she roamed outside it like a guilty dog who was too nervous to return to her kennel. She had been there three months before I arrived; dirty, frightened and willing to accept help from a man…
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FLASH — Salt of the Earth
He noticed I was crying again and lifted me up onto his shoulder. I was still a year off from being told not to cry, so I let loose with a mourner’s wail and bawled my eyes out. There, there son, he hummed soothingly, let it out, go ahead it’s all right. And I did.…
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FICTION — Exigent Circumstances
“Ginger, pull over here,” Detective Sheena Washington directed from the back seat of the yellow cab. Detective Virginia Stoddard studied the rear view mirror. “Sheena, we got enough info on this mope without you dressin’ like that and playin’ street whore.” She swung to the curb. “We’ll turn his ass up soon enough.” “Partner, this…
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FICTION — Gibberish
They sat down for dinner at the kitchen table. They were known in the neighborhood as the family with three kids under the age of four. “Where is she?” snapped Doreen. Her husband said nothing and continued to take huge slurping bites of chicken and dumplings Noreen had made in the slow-cooker. She followed directions…
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