The Archives
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Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“A Flyer”
Everyone one on Broadway Road (which wasn’t particularly broad) locked their doors and had for many years now, after the thrill of the suburbs’ safety was destroyed by certain events which maybe I’ll explain in a later post. However, a lock is either locked or unlocked, there’s no in-between, no degrees of locked-ness. But, somehow, […]
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Micro-Fiction, TLSOJB
TLSOJB: “Vengeance”
By late afternoon, Jakup was finally starting to make headway on the last journey of his life. For an old man–and this may mean nothing to younger men–he had reached that point where going forward is much easier than going backward. These roads, between his former village and the much larger cities to the south, […]
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Micro-Fiction
“Ten Bullets Ago”
The tired soldier sat down in the girl’s living room (if that’s what they call it in these parts of the world), she sat across from him, the last member of the **** family, terrified and shaking. She nearly jumped as he removed his helmet. Blood, dirt, and dust were heavily caked on to his […]
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