Tag: Twisted Sister
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WTF happened to Twisted Sister?!?
OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER – WE ARE *NOT* ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS (contrary to what you might see on some older posts and pages) BUT ALL WORK IS STILL HERE — so wander around, check it out, and be careful, those things do bite;) Yup. It’s the official WTF happened to Twisted Sister lit mag — and you might…
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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 One)
NOTHING BETWEEN SISTERS A Play in Two Acts (For ACT TWO, see here) Characters Trixie Jenkins A woman in her late twenties June Jenkins A woman in her early thirties; Trixie’s older sister Father Allen A Catholic priest in his late 60’s Setting The guest bedroom in…
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FICTION — Sainte Michelle and the Offertory Font
Saint Michelle was born into a poor but loving family, who lived near the southern coast of France. When she was nine years old, a clerk from the royal court came to her family’s home collecting taxes for the king. Since taxes were unreasonably high at the time, Michelle’s father did not have enough to…
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TWO POEMS — Rue Sainte-Michelle and A Mother’s Blessing
RUE SAINTE-MICHELLE Pleas of soundly chastened brides echo through the registers. Ghosts of bygone lingerie lament in scented drawers. Sisters blush at either end when blistered with the hairbrush. Yardsticks sting the upturned rumps of shameless company girls. *** A MOTHER’S BLESSING Nancy had nine grown daughters, as naughty as they were fair. She knit them…
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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 — That Damn Chair
Oh, that stupid chair. You know we found it on the street, right? The previous owners had kicked it to the curb into a pile of garbage where it truly belonged. But when he saw it his whole face lit up. He called it a classic, said it belonged in an Americana Museum and demanded…
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FICTION — In Pieces
The stink of Chinatown in high summer was on us – the city was in the midst of a garbage strike, and crap was piled up everywhere – parks, streets, and filled the sidewalks. You laughed and sidestepped exploding garbage bags. Too broke to pay for streetcars, we were walking home, picking our way through…
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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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