Category Archives: Short Fiction

Blues Cleaners

Jamal was one of the finest blues men in London. While busking near the market, his guitar case always overflowed with cash appreciation. His music was powerful, literally sweeping away his audience’s bad feelings. People walked away from Jamal feeling … Continue reading

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The Visions

Bradley started the day as a foreman overseeing the demolition of the old church on Robard Ave. Now he sat in a psychologist’s office, his job on the line. At least he was spared the indignity of the couch. “So … Continue reading

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Internet Safety

Larry found the fire pot in a small town in Mexico. He could tell it was ancient. After a quick google search he learned the pot was infamous. The “Fire Pot of Quixochanagua” was dangerous. It came with numerous warnings. … Continue reading

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Weight Loss Program

Immelda Vanderbilt, wealthy financier, walked in the field beside Dr. Egambe. “I knew physicists would produce a better, more successful weight loss program!” she enthused. “Yes,” said Egambe, “But with our success comes new problems.” “Of course! We need to … Continue reading

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The Dumb Calf

Jackson glared at the calf in the barnyard. The cerebral development hormones he’d given him failed to take hold, obviously. “Dang calf ain’t no smarter than his momma,” he grumped. “What’s he done now?” asked farmhand Watters. “Found ‘im with … Continue reading

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A Terrible Drink

“My wife is always trying to invent new drinks,” said Stan, talking on the phone with his friend. “She left a sample of a new one in the kitchen for me. Lemme tell ya’, this one really bombed. It was … Continue reading

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The Sleepwalk

Marjorie bought the wooden dragon at a flea market. Her son, Avery had been plagued with nightmares and he occasionally sleepwalked. As she tucked in the 8-year old, Avery gazed at the dragon with trepidation, “Aren’t dragons monsters?” he said. … Continue reading

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