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November 19, 2021
Flash Fiction Russ Bickerstaff

Perfect

It’s the little things. That something was wrong. But he couldn’t figure out what it was. And maybe it was the bed and the direction it was amazing. There was a problem with one of the club shops in one hand. Maybe with the thread count of the sheets. Or…
November 18, 2021
General Stories Matty LibraWolf

Haunting Stories Of The Visionaries

On a snowy mistrustful night, a newborn Skully Doyle, who was fast asleep in his cot, his visionary confused himself getting abducted from a Demonic Apparition. A woman called White Widow owns a three-headed dog called Cerberus Trio. This woman was a Satanist…
November 12, 2021
Mystery Stories Glenn Dungan

Gosh Darn It I’m Wet!

Alright fine. Okay, so the rubber duck bobs in the water, ignorant of the vapor steaming from the pool and rising to the banisters and balustrades in the warehouse. It wears a yellow raincoat and holds in a cartoonish way an umbrella inscribed with the words…
November 12, 2021
General Stories Michael McCarthy

Motherload

‘‘Whiskeeee!’’ She ducked as the chunky glass came flying across the room, minuscule droplets of the alcohol splattering her cheek. She’d become quite adroit at dodging his missiles. But she couldn’t avoid his booze ravaged rasp. ‘‘When I call for a whisky,…
November 05, 2021
Flash Fiction Benoit

Therese

Therese Synopsis Rich parents are not everything. Therese is alone. She gambles on marriage when the chance arises, and lands in court on a murder charge. Therese Bordeaux France, 1952 Therese is not normal. She's not fun and has no friends. She finds…
November 05, 2021
General Stories Lawrence Hartmann

The Quiet World

The Pennsylvania mountains surrounded the small car with majesty and grace. “When I die, scatter my ashes here,” said Roger, the driver. “Ok,” said Paul. The two were married, five years now. They had met one summer day at the Macy’s store on State Street in…
November 03, 2021
Crime Stories Benoit

Dizzy

Synopsis – Mistaken identity can be inconvenient, even fatal. I was still dizzy when they brought me into the office. Sharp suits meet hospital smock. Bloody. I could not hear much. The crash and concussion, no doubt. They were smiling, trying to be nice.…
November 03, 2021
Horror Stories Derek-Avery Patz

Movie Night

Here I text him. His profile notified me that he likes cheeseburgers; it’s our second date and Jumpin’ Jacks has the best cheeseburgers around. Gavin is the real deal, or so the twins say he is. Elizabeth and Alyssa are fixtures in this small shithole of a…
September 25, 2021
General Stories NT Franklin

Coming Home

While Rupert paced in the parking lot, a cool spring breeze went down the back of his neck and made him shiver. Or was the shiver from having to go into the boss’s office? He had issues with male authority figures, or so his last work-ordered therapist had…
September 25, 2021
Flash Fiction Sandeep

Space Age Agency

Today I want to write about a nice story about OutSpace Consulting Pvt Ltd. that hired me to work for a Space Age Aeronautics Frontier (SAAF). To create a new vehicle and technology for managing their database, missions, research and exploration endeavors.…
September 13, 2021
General Stories Kasimir Kozlowski

An Understanding

1 The sharp halogen beams of the Greyhound bus cut a swath of light across the white frozen tundra of the flatlands nearing a small town outside of Winnipeg, and the passengers are beginning to get a little restless. Henry also stirs to life. He’s been…
September 13, 2021
Fantasy Stories Abdulla Ameen

That Memorable Quest

Beneath the starlit sky, which not only had that dark blue shade but also a purple tone, with stars lying flat on the vivid plain, was the cavern he chose to spend the night. The hillside was riskier in the dark and that was the only thought that made him…

Whether Alice was murdered by Len or not remained a dark question mark hanging in 

 

my mind like the gallows. I cannot be certain of anything regarding her, her fantasy life

boundless. But, this I’m certain: Tonight, two women shared a double bed, Alice secure

with my hands tightly holding her uplifted buttocks. I shared

my life now with Alice, not Len.

I have a restraining order against him from coming near my house. Two weeks so far

without his jealous threats because he left town. We lived in a restored Victorian thanks

to the pricey meals at the vegetarian restaurant, people craving unadulterated food and

non-hazardous lives.

“I bought a rabbit I named Wobbly today. It’s in the basement, protected behind a wire

cage,” Alice said a few minutes after she plunged a ribbed vibrator into my Ms. V,

tickling my clit for what seemed hours of pleasure. “I fed him carrots tops, Swiss chard,

and broccoli this afternoon.” I owned Riff’s, a vegetarian restaurant. I let Alice order

anything from Riff’s menu, including food for Wobbly. I saved her from the dark

streets, strange men, and death at an early age.

The pressure from Len’s reappearance dissipated, the emotional valve releasing

most of it. “If you see Len before I do, holler.”

“A sorceress might help him get over his hurt, work on his spiritual double” she said.

Men like Len having a double meant twice the trouble, I no longer his sexually abused

partner.

“Sorcerers can’t heal beans, you now. Len’s a bad omen, a hurricane waiting to

drown us.” She smiled and went downstairs with bok choy for Wobbly. She came

back and read a fantasy novel. Looking up, she said:

“I sang an Enya song to Wobbly and he shook all over he was so pleased.”

“Sweet, if you see Len call me at Riff’s, kick my butt if I’m napping on the cushions

after a long day.”

“I really love The Sweet Far Thing, Gemma entering the Realms where anything

magical happens,” she said. “I love it when you call me ‘Sweet’.”

How comforting Alice’s nickname was, the one I gave her. It soothed to me when I

called her that. “Listen, Len’s the opposite of fantasy. He’s hardboiled and dangerous.

Stay clear of him.”

“A wizard petted Wobbly, Sue. His hands huge yet gentle. When I told him Wobbly

said to me, ‘Watch it, girlie, trouble brewing’, he squeezed Wobbly’s neck too hard.”

“Len, here?” I said disbelieving, her words’ fuzzy. “When I’m at Riff’s, don’t let

anyone in, that means Len.”

“I raised my shirt, the red and green one you bought me, to distract him and he

patted Wobbly’s soft white fur, and handed Wobbly to me and then touched my bare

breasts.” What went on in the basement? Damn, Len could get in through the exterior

door, steps leading down to the basement. He had the special key.

“Will you?” A demand more than a question. She nodded and walked upstairs to her

reading room. I let the talking rabbit business pass, Alice’s delusions as good as reading

novels. She had hundreds neatly shelved in a room on the third floor. A hour later she

went to the basement to feed Wobbly mustard greens.

“He told me he wanted to see more of me next time, giving me a wizard’s blink

blink, raising a fistful of starlight, saying he’d throw a lightening bolt at Wobbly if I

didn’t.”

Just then, my smartphone’s email pinged the first few notes of Christine Harnische’s

Etude Pathetique Opus 124 composed by Cecile Chaminade. She loved Enya’s fantasy

songs. Picture Y, two slanting lines our musical divergences. Those same slanted lines

meeting that upright line marked our conjoined exposed men in a boat. She fingered her

clit and that excited me and I wanted her hot friction. She was young while I was middle-

aged, my face wrinkled.

“Shit, Len’s in town,” I said after reading his email. Her face flushed as if sexually

aroused while Len stomped out my desire.

“I told the truth and you thought it was dreaminess and didn’t believe me.”

She went back to her reading room. I slept and woke up with a start. It was 3:30 a.m.

and no Alice. I checked upstairs and she wasn’t there. She took her mobile. My

smartphone did the Christine Harnische ringtone. The email read:

We listened to Enya’s, “Someone Said Goodbye” and then he

turned me into hot churned butter with his plunger. He won’t

bother you anymore. Didn’t we have fun, our wild sex so good?

He put a spell on me and turned me into cold, cold weather from

which I might not return. I’ll gift you something from the other

side. Don’t wait up for me, Susie Q.

I hit Alice’s reply five times, each bounced back: Mail System Error-Returned Mail,

Message undeliverable. The next morning I opened a bright, shiny box on my way to

Riff’s. Wobbly’s bloody head was inside.

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