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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.
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. The Secret Life of Milly Walters. With apologies to James Thurber, of course. OUSTON, we have a problem.” Commander Milly Walters’ voice now had a cut-glass edge. Her blue astronaut’s overalls did nothing to conceal her truly spectacular figure, but her crew knew her as one tough cookie. And knew they were in deep trouble. The shuttle vibrated in the thickening atmosphere of re-entry. 8220;Tell them we’ve lost half our tiles! We’re coming in upside down! 8220;Oops, sor...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. Ellen was returning home for the Christmas holidays. And her son was bringing his family to celebrate the day. She debated the idea of inviting Isaac and Emma for dinner. Her house was not wheelchair friendly and she didn’t want to be tripping over the ungainly thing. And wouldn’t Emma make everyone uncomfortable, the way crippled people did? She had done and said all the right things upon learning of the tragedy (no one had visited the rehabilita...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. If any of you have been wondering what in the world has happened to our little press, fear no longer! We are quite alright, after suffering from a minor head cold and quite a bit of sneezing, we have managed to recover and still have all our wits about us. You may or may not have heard the exciting news that Black Lantern is leaving this online forum for the world of paper cuts and E-Zines. Read more about our new project on our website. As of August 2011. And be sure ...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. I walked uptown past all-night coffee shops crammed with hookers, pimps, and cops. The side streets were gorges, ravines, gullies too dark to tempt me. Taxis slurred along in schools like yellow carp. I reached. And climbed the few steps onto the plaza. The glare of the lamplight rendered the flat expanse as pale as the surface of the moon. The Metropolitan Opera House, New York State Theater, and Avery Fischer Hall loomed over me. And “ Bin ich nun frei. 8221; I asked.
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The Ratio of Lift to Drag. Errin lies back in the sweet, clover-scented summer grass. He stares unblinking up at the clear night sky. At nine years old, the river of stars visible here in rural central Ohio amazes him. He wonders how anyone can live without views like this. Jerrin thinks, shivering in ecstasy. Deep space! 8220;I want to fly! 8221; he whispers. “I want to go out there! He feels himself growing light, lighter, lightest. You never give up, do you, son? You can’t fly! 8220;I said ‘hang...
