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A Girl Called Lenjimmy

They call her Lenjimmy Busker, and the first of April is her favorite day of the year.You didn’t know that, of course. By the time you had pulled in to the truck stop three hundred miles from nowhere, things like names and days and favorites had ceased to exist in your exhaustion-addled brain. You were dead on your feet and just about ready to keel over if not for the gurgling feeling in your belly. It was the kind of hunger that wouldn’t be satisfied by the half-empty bag of bugles in your passenger seat. The kind of hunger that n...

No Longer

Lindsay is a teenage girl in her second year of high school. Her mom and dad own a bakery shop that was passed down to them from her mother's mother for over 80 years now. Lindsay's mom has always planned to pass down the family business to her because her older brother was incarcerated after committing arson and was not able to take the responsibilities of the bakery. Lindsay hasn't wanted to work in the shop all this t...

Fugitive, Guard

Putting her hands in her skirt pockets, Katie Zima walked quietly for a while. I don’t have duty tomorrow.. Maybe I can go back to the Rowdy Raven for a few more drinks. She looked up when she heard ravens cawing at each other. Smiling softly, she made her way to the bar again, taking much less time than it took to get her friend out...

A Father's Love

The rice cooker clicks off, wheezing like an old man and breaking the silent hum filling the kitchen. Faolan spares it a glance, body momentarily pausing in mid-action, before he resumes chopping the last batch of carrots. The movement calms him down, and for good measure, for he’s been feeling jittery all morning. “Like a bird,” his wife used to say whenever she spotted his figure scurrying around in sea...

Forever.

The crackling fire popped in its square box of a fireplace behind the dreary stone hearth. Its flames reached upwards—like it desired to escape but tortuously knew its sparks were the only escapees. But why? It hadn’t done anything wrong. It was just a substance once lit and then snuffed out. Its smoke left to drift away to voice its epiphany. If it had any.          “But there isn’t. For any of us.”

I Think

I had a system for getting exactly what I wanted out of people. I had a system.  But now I’m lost in the middle of the woods, and I don’t have exactly what I want from anybody. I have exactly what I didn’t want. Exactly what should never have happened to me. He promised I would never end up here again. He promised he would make sure I never failed again. He lied. I was promised the life I wanted. I was promised the control I wanted, the control I needed. Yet here I was. Alone, without the power I’d been promi...

REPLENISH

Nightmare.Alone.Survival.Prepare.{Six months today.}{Six months ago it happened.}{The Nightmare,}{Everyone …. Gone.}{Alone.}{Everything different.}“PING! PING! 2 miles. Carson. One vehicle. 15 miles per hour. PING! PING!”Jodi froze momentarily. It was a moment she was never sure was coming. Now upon...

Cardigan date

Shivers of insecurity yet a bead confidence in her tiny little red dress, the fact that she doesn’t see who or what to compare to, builds a sense of coziness in her own skin. She smiles and slips the thin cotton cardigan down her shoulders, softly it falls into the ground unnoticed. Days, weeks, months, years she’s always wanted to uncovered her flabby arms, as she thought she had, just to get the cool breeze kisses from...

Was it a Wrong Number?

I grew up in a good home. Broken, yet good. Well mothered, well cared for and loved, I grew up to respect the hard work of my mom and what she went through. With a cheating father, dead-beat step dad, later I died a little bit inside when my mom lost to cancer what I believed to be her one true love.Love was important to her… I grew up believing love was important to me.Life had a whole lot of twists and turns for me. Yet I was living my ‘dream life’ with my high school sweetheart come wife and my busines...

The Legend Of The Shamans

Tan’ too’ an (the tribe’s great chief) declares to the village, “it is time for Hu a’ ka (the tribal shaman) to make solitude, to rest the mind and body to connect with the Muteesa. We must know what is to come. It is foretold that with this blood moon, comes great change. The visions must be known.”     The Muteesa are spirits from the between world, spirit walkers, that communicate with those who hav...

Starting Over

Rosalind still didn’t know why she had agreed to come on this date. Date seemed a ridiculous word to use at the age of sixty, but she didn’t know what else to call it. She found herself in a trendy, hipster restaurant, serving organic, locally sourced food. The wait staff were friendly but young enough to be her grandchildren and heavy on tattoos and piercings. Rosalind was glad to be seated in a booth. She’d brought a book in case this Steve didn’t show up. Sipping a glass of wine, she looked around. To her relief, no one was paying...

Two Seasons in Twelve Months

In the Yukon we have only two seasons: Winter and Not Winter. It is now the middle of April and winter still lingers due to the voluminous snow levels and temperatures that are only now rising above the freezing mark. The past winter was a return to what they used to be like 50 years ago, when forty degrees below the freezing mark would lay heavy across the land for weeks at a time. Climate change has brought warmer wint...

Imprints

Distant church bells murmur their way into my mind. I blink back into the present and look out at the white garden. A robin dances into my vision, flitting between the rotting bird house and jagged greenhouse window. A weird pang of jealousy knots in my gut. She’s free, unencumbered by weighty bouts of misery or relentlessly tethered to memories. The bird flies from the garden, as if it could sense my negativity like a predator. I slide back into my hollow place and let her face pour into my vision.

Hello, Sunshine

I open my eyes. It is time to wake up. It is so serene. The sound of nature is always so welcoming. This is how my family and I like it.  We live deep in the jungle, in a solitary home. I live with my parents and my older brother. Being the youngest daughter in the family has many advantages… and disadvantages. I have most of my chores done without even lifting a finger. Whenever my brother tries to drill...

I guess I'm not busy...

I woke up and immediately regretted it. The sun was shining through the smallest possible split of my curtains, right into my eye. Getting up, I looked around my room, just to make sure that my siblings hadn't come in and taken any of my stuff. "All secure," I said. Moving on to getting dressed, I picked out my favorite shirt-green with teal stripes-and put it on. Just as I had finished putting my pants on, I heard my dad call me downstairs for breakfast. "Come on kids, get down here! Your mother's making pancakes!" Yum! Pa...

Of God and Fools

April 1, 2018 was an exciting day for me. I was on-call for work, because of capitalism, which stopped me from going to my parents’ house for Easter. My father loved April Fools Day and I could picture him offering the snapping gum to people in church. He’d reach out, offer a piece, and WHAM, the spring would get their hand. The spring was only newtons away from lethal mouse trap force.  Or maybe he’d pul...

The secret

“ I KILLED YOUR FATHER NANCY “.....1st of September 1939 ,the time when world war 2 started .Germany attacked Poland ,before it Japan had declared that they are in war with China .Over 100 milion people from more than 30 countries were in war as an ally country or axis country .• Robert Wayne was a brave army man ,he was in charge of an English military base no 64 He left his wife and his baby girl Nancy to defend his country against nazi attacks and the power of Adolf Hitler&nbsp...

Static Line

Inhale. My hands clench on the cold metal, and I glance over my shoulder at the middle-aged instructor. A lined face set in a permanent scowl, gray hair balding.The memory of his voice droned on in the back of my mind, “you could die doing this, pay attention.” Comforting. Why was that the morsel of information I recall, and not the eight hours of practical instruction? The training class had been full of tips and pointers, continually reminding us we were not doing something safe. I kept ...

Sparkling as star by thy deeds !!!

Ayan was shocked hearing the news that he got that fabulous job. That's beyond his imagination. Still, he can't believe that. Mom, can you please pinch me hardly? May be, a day dream. I don't want this dream for a long time. Alluring images, making me crazy always. Mother says- silly child, it's true. You get the job at the Raj's Textiles-a multinational company , a well renowned company in this time. Ayan starts to cry....

LOVE, AXEL

Word count: 1,160 wordsLOVE, AXELI picked up the photo from a bundle of trash I’d just unloaded from my filing cabinets, and on the back was scrawled, “Love, Axel.” He’d been an introvert, I was an extrovert, and maybe that’s why we got along so well. Also, I was female and he was a gay man, and I’ve always thought gay men had a better understanding of women than straight men do.I was immediately swept back in time at the moment when I snatched the photo from the trash. I was living in Boston...