Tag: Short story

FICTION: The Way Things Were by Frank Morelli

It’s my second trip to Philadelphia International Airport in as many weeks. This time I’m not alone. Claire is with me. She wants to say goodbye. Said she didn’t sleep the whole time I was away in Verona. It’s where I went last week while she was up watching the Late Show. And then the

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FICTION: Signs for Adeline by Elise Gallagher

It had been seven weeks since Adeline stepped outside of the house, but a knock on the door drew her from the chrysalis she had made of her and Daniel’s king sized bed. At first she remained in bed, waiting to hear Daniel’s footsteps creak across the cold wooden floorboards, for the door to squeak

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FICTION: An Acceptable Violence by Ian Murphy

It was a family tradition to die and the day had now arrived for Aubrey to go to war. He’d spent much of his young life worrying such a day would never come. As he brushed his teeth he brushed them with a fury that channelled blood into his spit, spit that drained away to…

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FICTION: The Log Boom by Mitchell Toews

Martin Junior and Frederick The two stood in a hard-packed dirt barnyard, facing the end wall of an old dairy barn. The smell of cows still permeated the air. It was sweet, fetid and oddly appealing – the kind of smell that was at first unpleasant but that, over time, one grew accustomed to. After

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FICTION: The Promise by Fred Miller

His gaze is seared in my memory, his last words locked into my soul. Following a lifetime of respect and local acclaim, he’d entrusted a mere twelve-year-old, with little knowledge of life’s vicissitudes and challenges, to carry out his final wishes. Yet the story I wish to share blossomed the day I turned four, the

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FICTION: Quakers and Energy Drinks by Gregory T. Janetka

The generic flavor/non-flavor of the energy drink hit my mouth and the cold and the carbon dioxide let me know this was a good decision, at least for the next hour. I had started in on these damn things again and they were everywhere and convenient and I was going to stop but the clock

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FICTION: The Persian Queen by Vashti Kashian-Smith

It’s a lake, this one; an oval of the finest Venetian silver-coated glass, framed in white and yellow gold, which twists and turns into the patterns of grass, leaves, delicate flower-stems topped with gemstones – petals – of every colour. An oasis, for his desert princess. The Persian Queen looks at it, for a moment,

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INTERVIEW: Callan Wink

Callan Wink CALLAN WINK was born in Michigan in 1984 and now works as a fishing guide on the Yellowstone River in Montana. His work has been published in the New Yorker, Granta, and The Best American Short Stories. Your short stories have been likened to the words of Richard Ford, Annie Proulx, Thomas McGuane,

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FICTION: Nice Ride by Claire Doble

We weren’t supposed to end up in the bath. It was one of those intense blue afternoons where it’s almost too hot in the sunshine but disconcertingly dark and shivery when you step indoors. The kind of afternoon you get in Melbourne in early spring. But this was Sydney, autumn. I was sitting out on

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FICTION: Turtleneck by Andrew Carter

The disaster was, in no small part, down to a jumper I was wearing. I have benefited from my brother’s hand-me-downs many times over the years but on this occasion, I fell afoul of our age gap and generational fashion fads. When John was sixteen, Take That were famous the first time around and curtain

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