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No Thrills

Three minutes into the horror movie, and she was already on its Wikipedia page. My queen of no thrills, he thought of her habit which had once been cute, then quirky; had morphed in annoying, and now presented him with … Continue reading

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Solomon’s Test (Superhero fiction)

One week a Cape, and it’s all come crashing down on him. One week is all it took, and now Solomon was about to die. He and Blithe lay in twin craters of rubble, the dust starting to settle. They … Continue reading

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Gene Roddenberry/Notorious BIG: Twin Prophets of Literature (or Why It’s Time To Embrace More Utopian Fiction)

  It’s always interesting learning things about yourself, right? *crickets* Maybe only sometimes. Okay, usually never. But for a creative type I think it’s essential. What inspiration makes us rise like Batman from the Lazarus Pit (a 20 minute recovery … Continue reading

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Shakespeare on Dope (or How I Learned to Love “To-Be” Verbs)

  To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, It’s a bit of twisted … Continue reading

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Hemlock

Julia Alvarez, agreeing to disagree?  Absurd, Liddy thought.  When the Alvarez sisters fought there was never agreement, only silent acknowledgement.  A suppression of arms.  They fought, and then it was done: no resolution, no apologies.  The perpetual, tangled state of … Continue reading

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Monster Under the Bed

The monster under Timmy’s bed nibbles on toes; it feeds on nightmares. Limping, sore, feet scarred, Timmy shuffles into mother’s room,  scissors shaking. The monster will eat well tonight

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The Pixelated Heart

His new name: Adonis12. Another day, another profile, the keyboard sends his love. Kate always responds: 48 hours of flirting before the silent freeze.  Like a chameleon without a palette, one day he’ll get it right. One day he’ll make her … Continue reading

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