Short Stories
The Air is Getting Thinner
by Gavin Broom ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
IT'S ALL A FACADE is written in huge, blood red letters across the hotel bed sheet and India Fargo stands
behind it as though she's about to perform a magic trick. The spotlights from the cops on the ground and
the hovering news choppers just add to the theater. On a ledge outside her fifteenth floor window, wearing
a grimace that might come from determination or fear, India is back where she belongs; center-stage.
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by Gavin Broom ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
IT'S ALL A FACADE is written in huge, blood red letters across the hotel bed sheet and India Fargo stands
behind it as though she's about to perform a magic trick. The spotlights from the cops on the ground and
the hovering news choppers just add to the theater. On a ledge outside her fifteenth floor window, wearing
a grimace that might come from determination or fear, India is back where she belongs; center-stage.
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Randagi
by Kerstin Demata ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
Life was weird. I’d had flashes of insight over those three years, mostly while under the influence of light
recreational drugs, mostly in hideously inconvenient situations, in which I’d suddenly leap into a parallel
universe of total objectivity and think to myself, “This is odd.” I’d say, though, that the night I spent flying
down the Autostrada in Lee’s battered Fiat, strapped to the passenger seat with two crisscrossed bungee
chords digging into my torso, bound for the Austrian border, refugees running like mad from absolutely
nothing…I’d say that’s when the feeling became more of a permanent state of mind.
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by Kerstin Demata ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
Life was weird. I’d had flashes of insight over those three years, mostly while under the influence of light
recreational drugs, mostly in hideously inconvenient situations, in which I’d suddenly leap into a parallel
universe of total objectivity and think to myself, “This is odd.” I’d say, though, that the night I spent flying
down the Autostrada in Lee’s battered Fiat, strapped to the passenger seat with two crisscrossed bungee
chords digging into my torso, bound for the Austrian border, refugees running like mad from absolutely
nothing…I’d say that’s when the feeling became more of a permanent state of mind.
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Construction of a Lie
by Boyd Taylor ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
A fraud, a con, a liar, a cheat, call me what you want but I have live a greater life than you. I have seen the
world and seen my name in books. You may not approve of what I’ve done along the way, but at least I
have achieved something. So curse me for my crimes, the lord knows I have committed many, but when
you set down your book I want you to ask yourself something. What have you done?
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by Boyd Taylor ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
A fraud, a con, a liar, a cheat, call me what you want but I have live a greater life than you. I have seen the
world and seen my name in books. You may not approve of what I’ve done along the way, but at least I
have achieved something. So curse me for my crimes, the lord knows I have committed many, but when
you set down your book I want you to ask yourself something. What have you done?
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Jana Mari
by Carrie Briggs ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
I could never forget the first time that I saw her. I was seventeen, working as a deckhand on a small freight
schooner. She was at the far end of the port, a stark contrasting beauty to all that surrounded her; deep tan
with yellow and green hugging the curves of her body, her white hair blowing softly in the wind, and though
I’d never been close enough, I knew it to smell of the sweet salty air. I never saw her eyes, but I imagined
them to be emerald as if the sea itself had settled into her.
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by Carrie Briggs ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
I could never forget the first time that I saw her. I was seventeen, working as a deckhand on a small freight
schooner. She was at the far end of the port, a stark contrasting beauty to all that surrounded her; deep tan
with yellow and green hugging the curves of her body, her white hair blowing softly in the wind, and though
I’d never been close enough, I knew it to smell of the sweet salty air. I never saw her eyes, but I imagined
them to be emerald as if the sea itself had settled into her.
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A Taste for Compassion
by Carrie Briggs ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
There was a low moan coming from a narrow alley as I walked by. Then, a brief movement followed by a
shush and a dying lullaby. I stopped just in the shadow, eyes straining to see something in the darkness.
The lullaby turned into a sickening cooing sound that on any other day may have reminded one of a
flirtation with the moaning being.
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by Carrie Briggs ¤ Short Story ¤ Issue One ¤ 11.10.09
There was a low moan coming from a narrow alley as I walked by. Then, a brief movement followed by a
shush and a dying lullaby. I stopped just in the shadow, eyes straining to see something in the darkness.
The lullaby turned into a sickening cooing sound that on any other day may have reminded one of a
flirtation with the moaning being.
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K-Mart Clearance Sale
by Carrie Briggs ¤ Short Stories ¤ Issue Two ¤ 2.23.10
I dreamt of you last night. We were on a train to a store where I shopped for a new life. It was
filled with clearance Halloween decorations. The employees were dressed like clowns and
you put your arm around me when you felt me recoil. You were wearing at jacket that didn’t
belong to you, but the rest of you fit, your crooked smile and the way that your hand felt on
the small of my back.
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by Carrie Briggs ¤ Short Stories ¤ Issue Two ¤ 2.23.10
I dreamt of you last night. We were on a train to a store where I shopped for a new life. It was
filled with clearance Halloween decorations. The employees were dressed like clowns and
you put your arm around me when you felt me recoil. You were wearing at jacket that didn’t
belong to you, but the rest of you fit, your crooked smile and the way that your hand felt on
the small of my back.
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