Tag: twistedsisterlitmag
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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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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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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 — 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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Twisted Sister – Women of Action
In honour of the recent record-smashing film debut of Wonder Woman, we’ve decided to highlight work that features women in action and overcoming obstacles – in a variety of situations. From the struggles of a stay at home mom in Laura Beasley’s Shreds of Silva to the high-octane action in Sherry Morris’ Dolly and the…
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