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Story #55 – Koan
“It feels like a dream, doesn’t it? She stared off into the clouds but I knew she wasn’t talking about the clouds. Still I wasn’t sure what to say. I looked at the green river flowing far below our dangling … Continue reading
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Tagged 100stories, birth, death, dreams, fiction, monsters, newfiction, nightmares, prose, short story, story, storyoftheday
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Story #54 – my earliest memories
My earliest memories are of Brazil. This makes sense because I lived in Brazil from 1980-1984. I was aged 1 through 3 years old and somewhere in that span my consciousness really spun up and started weaving electricity in my … Continue reading
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Tagged 100stories, army brat, bravery, Brazil, diplomat, fiction, newfiction, prose, short story, story, storyoftheday, writing
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Story #53 – The Meteorite
“No more Vacancies!” Jeremiah said without looking up when he heard the bell over the office door jingle dingle. “And I’m closing up for the night.” “But we have a reservation,” came a timid girlish voice. “We made it a … Continue reading
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Tagged 100stories, aliens, dreams, fiction, meteor, meteorite, motel, newfiction, sci-fi, short story, Stephen king, story, storyoftheday, thriller
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Story #50 – An excerpt from “The Ghost Port”
Dear Readers, First of all, thank you for subscribing to my Blog and reading my stories! Every notification I receive that someone has read one of my posts is encouragement and inspiration. I know many of you are writers as … Continue reading
Story #46 – She would live.
“GET A JOB!” Joana looked up and watched the man walk away down the block. He didn’t look back. He didn’t have to. His words hung over her like a cloud. The square of his black jacket a dismissing punctuation. … Continue reading
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Tagged 100stories, blindspotting, brooklyn, canners, dayjob, fiction, hipster, immigrant, immigration, newfiction, prose, recycling, refugee, short story, storyoftheday
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Story #39 – Dead Endy
The afternoon was warm and sunny. The sleek glass skin of the buildings reflected the sparse cumulus clouds grazing like fluffy white buffalo in the azure. Along the thin seam where one building would meet the sky, clouds pulled apart … Continue reading
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Tagged 100stories, corporate, dayjob, fiction, grind, horror, horrorstory, newfiction, nyc, shortstory
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Story #36 – she disappeared into herself
The building was an old dentist or funeral home. We figured this out because as we were loading in our amps and guitars and drums from the van we passed through an area with tiled floors and an adjacent room … Continue reading
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Tagged 100stories, diy, fiction, music, musician, newfiction, prose, short story, story, storyoftheday, touring
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Story #31 – Vieques part 3
It was near the end of my two week stay on the island, but two more of our Brooklynite friends had just arrived. It was night time and we greeted them at the ferry port with a couple of beers … Continue reading
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Tagged 100stories, drunk, fiction, newfiction, prose, storyoftheday, vieques
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Story #30 – Vieques part 2
On Vieques there are beaches for every mood. There is a beach for lounging and sunbathing, there is a beach for surfing and snorkeling, there is a beach with a cliff you can climb and a little island you can … Continue reading
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Tagged 100stories, Ceilba, global warming, island, magic, newfiction, prose, Puerto Rico, short story, storyoftheday, travel, vieques, wizards
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Story #28 – At The Furniture Store We Kept Sitting In Chairs
At the furniture store, we kept sitting in chairs. There was a flash sale going on and we were drawn in by the signs screaming about the outrageous discounts. This Brooklyn warehouse location was closing. Apparently the landlord had sold … Continue reading
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Tagged 100stories, american walnut, brooklyn, fiction, furniture, gentrification, journaling, newfiction, williamsburg, writing
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