6 Feet Under And Still Keeping Them Guessing

“The little boy nodded at the peony and the peony seemed to nod back. The little boy was neat, clean and pretty. The peony was unchaste, dishevelled as peonies must be, and at the height of its beauty. It was a significant moment, for it was Francis's first conscious encounter with beauty - beauty that... Continue Reading →

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Tick Tick Tick BOOOOOM

"Without thinking further, Diaz lifted his left leg and scrambled over the jersey wall. There were only a couple of feet between the curved concrete of the wall and the solid white line of the shoulder. He hewed to the wet, narrow space, absorbed the rush of air from passing cars time and again, ignored... Continue Reading →

A Susceptible Mind

The key ingredient was to find a person of faultless poise. A person willing to see both sides of the argument, but also the ability to find an equilibrium permitting the completion of the task at hand. With two forces tugging at both ends, which way would he turn when the time came? The end... Continue Reading →

Ghosts Can Take Many Forms

"Wabigoon shook his head. "Those girls, hitchhiking. No choice, eh? The buses don't run up north anymore. You hear that old joke about the Anishnabe woman hitchhiking? She gets into a truck and there's a big bottle of booze in the passenger seat.  'Got that for my old man' the driver says. And the Anishnabe... Continue Reading →

Death And Peace; Life And Lamentations

Scouting for the Reaper by Jacob M. Appel contains an unorthodox collection of short stories that center around the common theme of life and the many mysteries that casually ride shotgun, or plague us along the way. The author explores situations that arise whether young or old, male or female. The author goes about his way... Continue Reading →

Time Is The Best Teacher

" 'What's this?' he mumbled, lifting it for a closer look. It was the sheriff's business card. He stood there for a moment reading the bold print. On the front was sheriff's name and phone number. Then he flipped it over. Hand written on the back was a quote. 'Of all the animals, man is the... Continue Reading →

New Yorkers Are People Too

" ' What other bands were you with, hon?' The tired ostrich spoke slowly.   'I was with The Fuck Yous, and before that I was with Spontaneous Inventions,' I spontaneously invented. 'I knew the Fuck Yous from the Bay Area about ten years ago,' the acoustic guitarist mentioned. Aside from her seam of holes,... Continue Reading →

You’re So Hypnotizing

"There were two points of view he was having troubles reconciling. From the first one, he was seeing himself as some sort of adventurer, who was following his instincts in his quest for something great, just not well defined. From the second one, he was morally bankrupt, irresponsible criminal, who was lying and stealing to... Continue Reading →

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