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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II, Spring 2010. So Close to All This Water. Hey say they came from outer space. She lit the candle again, watched it lurch forward. It was agitated, she knew, from the break from routine; food at dawn, food at dusk and now this. It stayed leaning forward, looking to her. Not looking for the bowl. She smiled at the attention, and sat down, facing him. Are you even alive? Do you understand me? She felt a sudden surge of anger. She waved her hands, re-opened th...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. Eorge blamed his early balding for never having married or even fallen in love. Living alone wasn’t as bad since he found Midas. The oversized white cat gave him someone to talk to when he felt lonesome. If he grew bored talking to Midas, he dusted and reorganized his vast collections. The apartment’s lack of space did not deter him from shopping for additional items every Saturday afternoon. 8220;George,” he said as he shook it. 8221; George aske...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. Dancing with the Aurora. Ou sit and stare at a blank sheet. You wrack your mind. You look within. You do this for hours. Yet the page remains blank, because your mind regurgitates nothing but senseless clichés and empty platitudes. The next day you get up believing that this day will – must, be different. But, it isn’t. Nor is the day after, nor the day after that. How could this be? Then, without warning, nothing – not a single idea takes form in your mind. Hopelessne...
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An Online Art and Literary Magazine. I Remember Ezra and the Flies. He old lady sat out on her bare wood porch up in Montecito Heights of Los Angeles, rocking in an ancient wood rocker, the rocker runners squeaking on the floor boards, back and forth,. She held a Styrofoam coffee cup in one very wrinkly hand with long yellowed nails, and was sucking thoughtfully on a snuff lump that protruded in her lower lip. A large green bottle fly perched, moving in little jerks, on the porch's gray banister. She sho...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. Inspector Goodstone and the Case of the Murdered Artist. Inspector Goodstone looked at the painting once more. I don't understand what is so special about this painting." The Inspector tilted his head sideways to look at the painting from a different angle. Mr Frots, I still have no clue why someone would kill for a piece of art." The Inspector shook his head. He turned as he heard a clinking noise. Yes, of course," Mr. Bolds replied. He s...The I...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. The Story of Half an Hour. With a nod to Kate Chopin, who saw it first. Rent Teal adored his wife of ten years, the still-gorgeous Louise Lovett, so his reaction to the news of her sudden death shocked him: he laughed. He exploded into laughter. His bark of a laugh startled him and his friend (and former squash partner) Dixon, whose company Ford still stood at a crazy angle in the Teal driveway, with the door open and the engine running. You're joking, right? With Loui...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. She sniffed it, satisfied. Old hot tea was infinitely better than old cold tea. Now, if only someone had been here to welcome her. But no. She was always out of everyone else’s loop. Sitting in a chair, she leaned back and rested her heels on the table. The adobe arch that framed the open window let in a warm spring breeze, and Rhou enjoyed its coolness, compared to the fervent, bustling heat of Capiscala. 8220;Because I didn’t know I’...8220;Let ...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. E’s still waving,” Danny said. Poppy took his hand and clambered up the rocks. She stood next to him and followed his gaze. She could barely make out the shadow of a man behind the sun, his arm flailing above him. It looked like he’d been drawn against the sky with a pencil, she thought. 8221; The man called out as they came within sight of him. He was a little older and rake thin. His voice was a high and rushed. Danny and Poppy waved their hands in greeti...Poppy wat...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. Spider was weeping on a willow tree. What degradation. To her, the spider’s webbing skill was truly the happiest and the most unique blessing one could ever wish for. What could be more gratifying than being able to extract from one’s self the essence of being and transform it into a fascinating piece of art? She kept away from the other spiders who would sneer and jeer at her, because they thought she had no ambition and pretended to be unearthly.
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. 8220;May I help you? The stranger smiled softly then said, “I don’t know if it’s a matter of you helping me, or me helping you.”. My father, however, had a much different reaction. He regarded the book with a great deal of interest, his eyes widening with disbelief, than a smile which I had not seen since my mother was still alive spread across his face that caused even the stranger to smile. 8220;Where ever did you find this? 8221; he asked desperately. My father, who...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. 8217;ll miss him so much. He was a good husband and a great provider. Our kids never went without anything, and neither did I. He was always there when I needed him, and he was always there for the kids. He worked hard for us. I remember so many nights when he’d come home late and tired from work. I never could get him a warm dinner on the table. Sure, he’d be a little grumpy, but he’d gotten so much grief at work. They made their daddy proud.
