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Author Hall of Fame. Author of the 2014 Audience Choice Contest Winner. S Kay is a multifaceted @blueberrio. She is also the author of Issues #13. 42, #46 and the Confettifall serial, Canadian Ecovillage. Read even more of her twitter fiction at blueberrio.tumblr.com. Author of the 2013 Contest Winner. And the 9/11 Commemorative Issue. Don't just write. Think. And then breath everything out. Author of a special issue story. Author of Issue #8. Argyle Burns ( @. Author of Issue #12. Andrew M. Flare,.
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Tag Archives: Ashlie Allen. Microfiction Monday – 44th Edition. March 21, 2016. This week’s artwork is Best Seat in the House by W. Jack Savage. Up Here Broken Down. Total Failure Lucky Duck. By Eldon Craig Reishus. A Picture of Grief. By Joelle A. Chasse. He asked, and suddenly, perspective mattered. Joelle A. Chasse. Microfiction Monday – 40th Edition. December 7, 2015. This week’s artwork is Beggar King Does Whilst the Earth Boy Plays Human by Ege Al’Bege. The Book of Jobs. By Kenny A. Chaffin. I like...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...
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Microfiction Monday – 50th Edition. August 1, 2016. He circles the forest of lights, broken down, wings unfurled. Evading the dawn, afraid to be seen. He tucks broken shards into the tiniest of pockets: gold and silver, flesh and moss. But memories of war lie behind his dark eyes, fading with years. He is cornered as he sleeps in the concrete heat. A voice caws. Through a shaking of heads and eyes turning away in disgust, he awakens. Give Me a Sign. By Zacharias O’Bryan. After the crash, everything chang...