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Newer posts →. Celebrating Veteran’s Day. As I celebrate Veteran’s Day, I find myself wondering what it means for other people. My family has a long line of patriots. Some of my fondest memories involve spending time with both of my grandfathers. It wasn’t until death’s hand waited patiently over my grandfather’s bare head that he felt he could share stories from WWII. I was forever changed. In war, there are no unwounded soldiers. -Jose Narosky. Better than honor and glory. The crunch-tumble-crack of ou...
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Broken for the Better « Flashbangs and Fiction
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Broken for the Better. Is anything better after it’s been broken? Stupid question, right? A concept as simple as the value attached to a broken object can speak volumes. I recently broke a plate. It broke right in half. How did I react? It was worthless. In fact, it was worse than worthless. It was suddenly an object to be disposed of and forgotten – a sign of my clumsiness or lack of attention. Am I alone in this kind of response? The mindset behind Kintsukuroi is profound. Broken does not mean wort...
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An ugly American truth « Flashbangs and Fiction
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An ugly American truth. The truth is not always pretty. In fact, I believe that the truth is often grisly and uncomfortable. Why write this? Steering away from the hideous isn’t my style, especially when it involves something I have strong feelings for. What’s the big deal? This is land nobody cares about right? So what if it goes through ancestral hunting and burial land? 8220;But that isn’t the same, it’s a completely different scenario.”. How is it different? Special land, some might say sacred, that ...
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You don’t know shit… « Flashbangs and Fiction
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You don’t know shit…. 8220;You don’t know shit…”. That’s what I wanted to say to the pretty woman, but I didn’t. Let me back it up and explain myself. I made a sorrowfull comment to the woman about the man I had been talking with, indicating that things were tough for the guy. She turned to me with a look of distaste and repulsion and said, “The Mexican? This guy had commented to me before about judgments that are sometimes made of him because he is “brown”. What a shitty world we live in. Yes, but there...
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An ugly American truth « Flashbangs and Fiction
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An ugly American truth. The truth is not always pretty. In fact, I believe that the truth is often grisly and uncomfortable. Why write this? Steering away from the hideous isn’t my style, especially when it invol. Source: An ugly American truth. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. An ugly American truth. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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Damned Words 10 « Flashbangs and Fiction
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Damned Words 10, the most recent flash fiction piece by some very talented Damned people! Misery rolled with the dogs in the shadows of Tompkin’s shed. 1968, Mike Callahan hung himself from a cross-beam in the ceiling. The wood was old and riddled with rot but it held his weight well enough. 1985, Sarah Paulson was stabbed in the neck while tending to the potted bulbs on the windowsill. She died instantly. The bulbs never sprouted. 1989, fire. 1997, rape. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Enter you...
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The Price of Injustice « Flashbangs and Fiction
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The Price of Injustice. We first crush people to the earth, and then claim the right of trampling on them forever, because they are prostrate. – Lydia Maria Francis Child. What do you think of the quote? Is this a pessimistic view, or is this a glimpse into a dark side of humanity that we try to ignore? I believe strongly in justice, but I also believe that justice without equality isn’t really justice. It’s something entirely different, something ugly. He was said to be “a product of affluenzaR...
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All the Children, Gone | Jon Olson
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Pen of the Damned. August 12, 2015. All the Children, Gone. ALL THE CHILDREN, GONE by Pen of the Damned’s Hunter Shea. Iana’s terrified lament sent sharp pricks down my spine, my stomach clenching as if I’d been punched. Leaping from the soft embrace of my easy chair, I ran for the door, spilling the can of beer I’d been holding all over the rug. A sudsy trail marked my progress to the front of the house. Diana, what’s wrong? Her eyes met mine but there was no recognition. Elsa from across the street.
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June | 2015 | Jon Olson
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Pen of the Damned. Monthly Archives: June 2015. June 30, 2015. MIDNIGHT RUN by Pen of the Damned’s Blaze McRob. Dark night. Clouds and no moon. No wonder he almost falls over the tombstones. Has nothing to do with the fact he’s flying high, caught in the loving embrace of the alcohol numbing his senses. Lights, he mutters. They need lights in here at night! The absurdity hits him. Who needs to see in here? 2,416 more words. June 28, 2015. THE CARNIVAL 13 and Authors Writing for Scares That Care! Our non-...
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