Category Archives: Session XVII
Catch
The rope bridge was hardly steady, but we crossed it anyway. I remember the planks were too far apart and the ropes looked frayed and worn. Michelle was afraid, so I went ahead of her. The winds from the channel … Continue reading
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Dream Collection
My doctor says I should get rid of my dreams. He says they’re not real, and they’re probably a result of stress or a tumor. Maybe I should explain. I keep my dreams in jars. When the dreams are leaking … Continue reading
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Mistakes are a Black Ghost
Ching! clackity clacka clack clacka Ching! Huuummmmmmm. The typewriter’s electric voice reverberated through the cold whitewashed room. Clackity clacka clacka clackity clack clack Ching! The two fingers kept an even pace, one leaving just as the other marked the page. … Continue reading
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Boy on the Green Moon
Out in space, there was a boy who lived on the green moon and an old man who lived on the blue moon. The boy ran around his moon, plucked cheese out of the craters, and had a grand time … Continue reading
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Parade of a Thousand Orchids
My guide was a British man, fascinated with flowers and Orientalism. Basil had the amazing talent of rambling over a pint about the effects of Chinese philosophy and trade on the Western world. “I see,” I would tell him, smiling … Continue reading
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Rehoboth, Part 4
Sadie was sitting in the front seat again, only this time they were headed home. Her mother called Dizzie’s phone and yelled Sadie’s ear off. Dizzie vouched for her. “I’m sorry we kidnapped your daughter, Mrs. Nozek. It was my … Continue reading
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The Writer at his Computer
Once upon a time, there was a writer in a dark room sitting at his computer. The computer said, “What are you DOOOing?” Its voice cracked a little. Frustrated, the writer snapped at the computer. “I’m trying to write!” he … Continue reading
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Don’t Use Cell Phones
“I don’t have a cell phone.” “You don’t have a cell phone, Roger? What are you, a cave man?” “No, I’m not, James,” Roger said, stirring around the sugar and creamer into his coffee. “And I’ll tell you why. We … Continue reading
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byouki
“Byouki,” Takumi mumbled, or at least that’s what he was trying to say. A bubble came from his mouth and popped on his dry, cracked lips. A bit of sake dripped from his nose like an venom drop. “Hey, Takumi. … Continue reading
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Cancer
Cancer’s a hell of a drug. Snort it, smoke it, drop it. Feel the burn. Cancer sends you miles away. Cancer says: eat your heart out. Cancer takes all the pain, everything away. Cancer’s a bad ass. Cancer maligns you. … Continue reading
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