Category Archives: The Written

Short Story – Sebastian T on a sidewalk

At 8:22 on a Tuesday morning Sebastian T. laid down on a sidewalk. He hadn’t planned to. He’d been on his way to the big see-through house where five days each week he’d sit down for eight point five hours … Continue reading

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Short Story – A stranger

As what remains of the warmth of autumn has failed to keep up with the cold, re-frozen scabs of November snow litter the streets. It crunches under the feet of a man who stands leaning from side to side, peering … Continue reading

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Short Story – Angelico

In the picture he is smiling as always. His detergent-colored eyes look straight at the lens and his blond curls caress the gentle curves of his cheekbones. His pupils are wide but only with affection. He told me he was … Continue reading

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Short Story – Automobile Country

Pines like sawteeth shrouded in dusk and my beautiful white wine sadness. In the darkness the buoy of a bus stop, a side road diverging. This is as close to home as they’ll take me after the last bus home … Continue reading

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Short Story – The Late Great Mr. Cobb

I’d like a Cobb salad please, I say, and then add: but no bacon, I’m Muslim. None of it is technically speaking untrue. I was raised a Muslim and, while I follow none of the tenets, I never bothered to … Continue reading

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Short Story – Spontaneity

‘Alright.’ Tara whispered to herself. ‘Let’s do this.’ She yanked her cellphone loose from the charger and slumped down on her bed. There was no need to scroll through her contact list; the name remained in the middle of the … Continue reading

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Short Story – Ett Ärende (An Errand)

[Original version first, translated version below.] Det till synes irrationella i företaget störde henne inte. Hon hade för avsikt att leva ett så lyckligt liv som möjligt – att upprätthålla en jämnhög produktion av dopamin, serotonin, endorfin och så vidare … Continue reading

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Short Story/Poem – We really must do this again sometime.

The leftmost one wanted oyster but ordered mussels instead. The one to the right was tall but not too tall, and therefore the natural leader. When he talked about cars, cars were the thing they talked about. His daughter would … Continue reading

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Short Story – Two point five minutes

The door behind Nadya slid shut with a satisfying thwup sound. She sat down, facing the display on the wall. A progress bar worked its way up to a hundred percent before fading away, and a female voice announced that … Continue reading

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Short Story – Fingernails

A pale yellow plastic bag blew into the street, just in time to capture the woman’s attention as the paper bin which had previously held it disappeared from the field of vision allowed by the window of the second-to-last night … Continue reading

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Play – Jack of clubs

Before I begin, a disclaimer. This is indeed a manuscript for a theatrical performance, but that doesn’t mean I expect it to be performed anywhere. This story concept seemed well suited to the format of a play, and I figured … Continue reading

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Short (humorous) Story – The Red Menace

The digital watch on the wrist of a certain Mr.Chalkjabot told him that the time was 9:23 AM. On a normal day, he would have spent twenty-three minutes in his office by now. This was, however, not a normal day. … Continue reading

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Short Story – Lotus Eater

A Hyundai, or rather the wreck of one, stood slumped by the side of a road. A corroded frame, the interior of which had been rendered unrecognizable; by decay and plant life. Hungry vines tore without mercy at the springs … Continue reading

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