Ish

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"She Smiled"

by Ish

“So what is it that you want?” she asked “to walk next to you while holding your hand,” he quickly responded, causing a surprise, “and then, after we walk together – then, what?” Her surprise was expressed by the width by wh...

1 Like | 0 comment | 772 views | Short Stories | December 25, 2017

"His Embrace"

by Ish

“Does it bother you that I cry?” She asked, still lost in her sobs “yes and no,” he responded: he was smiling, but she did not see him, “the yes is because I know suffering is the cause of your tears: the no is because I like to...

1 Like | 0 comment | 739 views | Short Stories | December 24, 2017

"Camera"

by Ish

On his sixth birthday, his Grandmother, while putting him to sleep, told the man that commits crimes, "We’re born not knowing that life is so short – and after its over, at the time of death, we’re clear death is forever" This story,...

1 Like | 1 comment | 939 views | Short Stories | December 24, 2017

"I Hold"

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At the very end of the laws of time/I've discovered that I cannot recover the things, which I have lost // but due to the laws of morality/I can give back the stolen items that I hold...

2 Likes | 0 comment | 794 views | Short Stories | December 24, 2017

"Great Intensity"

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The man that commits crimes decided to park the car several blocks from the bar/this decision had been impulsive/as he walked towards the bar/he could hear echoes of his own steps as the only noise being produced on this Suday/to the distan...

1 Like | 0 comment | 725 views | Short Stories | December 24, 2017

"Color of Blood"

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The man that commits crimes’ second wife did not respond/as though he was not there/her book was more important "Do you know how the color of fresh blood after it first leaves the body has a certain brightness which reflects other colors...

1 Like | 0 comment | 816 views | Short Stories | December 24, 2017

"Inevitably"

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The second wife of the man that commits crimes, clearly understood that the comfort and warmth being the blanket that surrounded her body/was being threatened/once she got out of bed, a self defeating weakness took energy from her muscles w...

1 Like | 0 comment | 846 views | Short Stories | December 24, 2017

"Roger"

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Roger Ebert was sitting at the main bar in hell giving a review of his life … “I thought that by looking like a bad version of Adele, I would go to heaven” …....

1 Like | 0 comment | 956 views | Short Stories | December 24, 2017

"Leaf"

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On his way to closing his eyes to avoid looking at things/all things/he saw the movement of a leaf as the ever-so-gentle breeze disconnected it from a high above branch/the leaf’s nature was to give to its w...

1 Like | 1 comment | 950 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"Truth"

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In those last moments, he was finally forced to look at a fact, which had been standing on the tip of his nose for all of his life: truth and everything is one and the same; truth is consciousness at its most...

1 Like | 0 comment | 785 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"Twice"

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In the vastness of the undefined cosmic space/when two finite sub-atomic particles nears the other’s critical mass-distance/the respective electromagnetic values are altered // I’ve been divorced twice //...

1 Like | 0 comment | 953 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"This Altar"

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Her Majesty is how she is known // her Majestys what he began calling her/she is the mistress who gave birth to the seventh star, the sun/between her legs came a fir...

1 Like | 0 comment | 881 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"Pedestal"

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He accepts that what happened in his marriage is his fault/can not escape responsibility/built the pedestal and got himself up there/to fall ...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 841 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"The King"

by Ish

When the blade went through the skull’s wearer of the crown/it went through it as if it had been a soft water pour // he saw the shadow move from his right to his left/as he knew that nothing would be felt /...

1 Like | 0 comment | 918 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"The King Drank"

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When the blade went through the crown of the skull it went through it as if it had been a soft water pour // he looked for the shadow move from his right of his left...

1 Like | 0 comment | 749 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"The Married Years"

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He was most afraid of himself...

1 Like | 1 comment | 723 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"First Interpreter"

by Ish

All that he knew about his father he had deduced/made up/would be a more honest way of describing it/none was true and all had happened including the memories created before he had been conceived/he could not...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 789 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"The Color Blue"

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The train’s caboose had a special odor/it was that of having been used by unbathed/and bathed people and of the unnatural materials used to construct it // wheneve...

1 Like | 0 comment | 756 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"The Color Blue"

by Ish

The train’s caboose had a special odor/it was that of having been used by unbathed/and bathed people and of the unnatural materials used to construct it // wheneve...

1 Like | 0 comment | 764 views | Short Stories | December 23, 2017

"Time"

by Ish

The notion of time/is paradoxical // time cannot have distance or boundaries/depth/or width/mass or boundaries // time is a conscious conclusion of where you are not // for the first time this conclusion fitte...

1 Like | 1 comment | 930 views | Short Stories | December 22, 2017

"The Priest"

by Ish

His shame was not on who he was/but who he had become At what point do I/in my embrace/know I embrace what I need and not what I want/...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 875 views | General | December 22, 2017

"Walked Away"

by Ish

Did you ever discuss your thing with his wife? Yes. I said How did you tell him?...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 764 views | Short Stories | December 22, 2017

"Ms. Prim"

by Ish

It is taught that evil is an act of an angel/the panties hanging on the window were indeed the purposeful act of an angel // she intended for him to smell her by si...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 931 views | Short Stories | December 22, 2017

"Moving Outward"

by Ish

The music was Arabic and while the music was not new he could not recognize the melody/because its architecture entwined his soul/how/he wondered/it was that he is able to understand the purpose of every note/...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 782 views | Short Stories | December 22, 2017

"Admirable"

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His mathematical calculations were reaching the point of the equation where nothing was more admirable than everything else/conscious understanding was within his reach/he knew as he took a deep breath and swa...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 797 views | Short Stories | December 22, 2017

"Train"

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He woke startled/sweating and setting straight up on the bunk/the train continued with its repetitious, monotonous/Phillip Glass-like melodic thumps that became musical/he would not have been surprised to hea...

1 Like | 0 comment | 963 views | Short Stories | December 22, 2017

"View Of Scent"

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He took his first steps up the trail / it was the third day / two pine trees gated the trail’s entrance / other smaller trees and evergreen bushes, also stood guard, some displaying leftover buds that bloome...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 808 views | Short Stories | December 21, 2017

"Etorufu"

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He got up late / the wind seemed extra cold and his body’s pain spoke in the language of grips / he walked to the tea shop and saw no one / the street was empty /...

1 Like | 0 comment | 947 views | Short Stories | December 21, 2017

"Body’s Oils"

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A large amount of pollen coloring her arms caught her attention // also, an object that moved to the corner her right eye quickly disappears got her interest ......

1 Like | 0 comment | 917 views | Short Stories | December 17, 2017

"Winter"

by Ish

The landscape seemed quiet and isolated; yet, people moving about; however, none looked up: all seemed to carry a burden that forced them to look down to the earth and to where they were walking....

1 Like | 0 comment | 787 views | Short Stories | December 17, 2017

"Was Gone"

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The train’s movement and sounds brought me back....

1 Like | 1 comment | 688 views | Short Stories | December 17, 2017

"Priest"

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He had been awake and playing with paper soldiers while in the front room of the same house where his grandmother lived and died. ...

1 Like | 0 comment | 938 views | Short Stories | December 17, 2017

"Grandmother"

by Ish

Your life, all of it, was handed to you at the time you were born along with a bucket and as you recall, life was splashed on your face that woke you from your last dream....

1 Like | 0 comment | 728 views | Short Stories | December 16, 2017

"Quivering Dread"

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What did you do this weekend? Alma asked me. ...

1 Like | 1 comment | 909 views | Short Stories | December 16, 2017

"Going"

by Ish

All was passing as fast as the rail tracks’ sound faded into the past and as new ones came // both monotonously became the same / the irony...

1 Like | 0 comment | 756 views | Short Stories | December 16, 2017

"Evil"

by Ish

The days were vacant / edged with sounds of silent passing // three days of counting minutes / all in desperation / the space around him / like water in a glass /...

2 Likes | 0 comment | 931 views | Short Stories | December 15, 2017

"Religion"

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No one knows was their religion // what they have is secret / there were no eyes that could or had looked at them / and in this knowledge, they grow the love for each other ….. the eyes that stared at them w...

1 Like | 1 comment | 781 views | Short Stories | December 15, 2017

"Real Self"

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He had always wanted to get away // he knew this at age nine / his first escape was when he took one of his father’s Pall Mall cigarettes and smoked it while he walked along the Sacramento River / where the...

2 Likes | 2 comments | 868 views | Short Stories | December 10, 2017

"Ghosts"

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The water was dirty / he knew // it was the first water that he had had in four days / his universe became the gulps' noise / and he relished the feeling as the water rushed into his stomach and its coolness a...

1 Like | 0 comment | 831 views | Short Stories | December 10, 2017

"Trapped"

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My attraction with Kwon Ji-hyun / exists because we’re both trapped in a point in time where the bars of our respective cage is our freedom // and the conflict between what we want versus what we have is he...

1 Like | 1 comment | 937 views | Short Stories | December 10, 2017