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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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Empowered (Superhero flash fiction)

Siphone sniffed the air, angling for that familiar scent of power. Mmmm. Smelled like stuffed chicken. Being in the money district of Jack City, it was hard to differentiate the scent of one fat cat from another, to get a … Continue reading

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The North Pole Syndrome

[An oldie, but one of my favorites.]   Heartless. Dickish. Mean. A scrooge. Yes, I know what the kids at school sometimes call me. I love Christmas, I love Jesus Christ, I love family and the holiday season. “Timothy, I’m … 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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Love, Maybe

  Chris tightened his stomach as the Cupid Worm thrashed in his hand.  It dropped onto the plate with a hollow plop and for a moment laid suspended in mucus, its new freedom an invisible weight.  Then, with a violent … Continue reading

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American Soil (Superhero origin)

The Tibots were strange, but as customers  they were dependable. When Anwar’s father noticed their latest order—yet another jar of soil, this time from Tunisia–was unclaimed, he dispatched his son to deliver it. While it was unusual for for Mr. … 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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