Category: Short story
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The Falcon
I’m sort of on a bird kick right now. I think Falcons are fascinating. There are very few predators that are at such a peak evolutionary level of perfection as the Falcon. It’s just a marvel. Falcons can hit their pray at 240 mph. That’s more than double the top speed of a Bald Eagle.…
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The Kind Unkindness of Ravens (short)
The Ravens lived at the end of the narrow street. They weren’t much liked by the neighbors, with their thick black feathers and dark shifty eyes. Donny was in 4th grade, he was the youngest of the family – an unkindness it was called. He didn’t like being called an unkindness much… He thought his…
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the Meerkat Mob (short)
This particular Mob of Meerkats had practically run South-County for three and a half generations. Their hole-in-the-ground diner, laundromat and pool parlor had been fronts for nefarious critters and shady dealings of all kinds for 50 years. They were all in separate holes, of course. The legacy and wealth of the Suricatta family had been…
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Start? (short)
On an unusually gray evening in October, a street lamp flickered above a small and dingy bus stop on the corner of two empty streets. Rain pattered down as a miserable looking man sat on the cold bench next to a sign that read GREEN LINE / 42. He glanced up hopefully as a soft…
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Thundering from up the stairs (short)
There was a thumping and booming coming from upstairs again. Thankfully, Emily wasn’t home to hear it yet But she was now at the gate, fumbling with her keys, two grocery bags that looked as though they were holding live lobsters, and an unseemly branch sticking out of a small black pot. Emily lives on…
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Songbird Pet Emporium (short)
There is a cacophony few men will ever know – the sultry sound of a mom and pop pet shop, dealing primarily in rodents and birds, at 2:30 AM. It’s a sound Jen can never escape. She sleeps in the flat above the shop, where her parents lived until her mother died of breast cancer…
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The cottage
I set down my suitcase on the dusty road and stared at the little cottage.The small structure was all very symmetrical. The first floor was a small storefront, though there were not any other buildings for miles around. Two tall windows flanked a grated door. White shades hung out over the windows and colorful papers,…
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The infinite scroll (short)
I woke up that morning to find a piece of soft, creamy paper pinned underneath my alarm clock. The page ran off the night stand and onto the floor. It was a long piece of paper. Looking down, I saw that the single sheet trailed across the room and out of my door hanging slightly…
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The Frantic Type (short)
All five of the burrows were glowing, late into the October night. New York was magnificent at half past one, dropping to 43 degrees. Looking from an airplane, you’d see a sprawling, rippling tide of lights. Thin rivers of buzzing red trailing their way up and down, even in this early year. Patches of soft…
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The Village of Twardy (short)
At the edge of a sprawling valley lay the large, imposing foot of a mountain. A single, solitary road cut through the lush green below and led steadily upwards, curving around jutting stands of rock, and darting across precarious ledges. Up and up and up the road went, becoming narrower as it climbed, and colder…