Tag: short fiction

Your Happy Life: Day Eight

Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Five Day Six Day Seven I would point to your impermanence, but you already know that you will die. Truly, such an obvious fact isn’t worth mentioning. Nor should we dwell on the futility of material satisfaction. Even God admits that it’s fleeting. Even He, the

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Yuletide Genocide by Bob Freville

There are no presents under the tree. But there are cloves of garlic hanging in a cluster behind it. Mistletoe for the monsters. The tree is black and charred and bare, its pine needles like splinters from a spent heap of week-old firewood. The foyer floor is lined with possum traps and balls of barbed

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Halloween Decorations by James Jakins

Traditions are important. No matter how insignificant, how stupid, or how cruel. We hold to them. My hometown, a small, rural place, has its own traditions. And, as is the way with small, rural places, traditions are held to more strictly than elsewhere. And, if ever there is a day meant for traditions, it is

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The Beauty in the Breaking

The Beauty in the Breaking “So tell me how to make you happier?” Dr. Harakal starts each consultation the same: positive and hopeful without mention of imperfection or flaw. Contemporary jazz gently fills the office from recessed speakers. A redolence of jasmine wafts from the hidden diffuser. It is a safe space. There are no

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Positively Squidlike

Positively Squidlike Earl woke up one morning to find that he had become a squid. It was an unfortunate discovery. Even so, it wasn’t nearly as unfortunate as the discovery he made shortly thereafter when writhing over to his bathroom mirror on his eight tentacles. Not only was he a squid—his once well toned and

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The Behavior of the Stars

The Behavior of the Stars Mark stared up at the night sky, but there were no stars to be seen. They were probably hiding; they often scurried behind clouds and laughed at him, which was unbearable. He had seen them move. Sometimes they skipped across so fast that he just caught a glimpse from the

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Your Happy Life: Day Two

You are awake. You make it, somehow, to the coffee pot. You know the routine. It doesn’t change. Do you fill the filter or pour the water first? It doesn’t matter, really. As long as your wait for the coffee is minimal, as long as the kids don’t wake up before the brewer cackles to

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