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Church, a short story
Sunday morning church service started like every other. Congregants talked and laughed in hushed tones, genuinely happy to see each other, or faking it so masterfully that no one could tell the difference. They laughed, joked and judged each other by their cars and clothes, and secretly thanked their lord that they were doing so…
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Contact, a short story
Ong’s excitement is clearly visible on his face. The deep lines that usually divide the prominent ridges above his eyes are almost invisible, and his large ivory-colored teeth show through a wide grin. Tonight, both moons will be full, and he can choose a mate. He doesn’t have to choose; this choice was made a…
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First Love revisited, a poem
It might be true that everyone in the world has ‘the one that got away’. It might also be true that we think about them often, wondering what could have been, wishing things turned out differently, so you could stay together. It might also be true that this ‘first love’ is nothing more than a…
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These are the days, a poem
Every week has the same number of days. These days have the same names and occur in the same sequence. These days are equally long. People pack the same activities into these days. They all go to work at the same time and take lunch at the same time. They go home at the same…
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Michael and Michele
Michele was conceived against her mother’s will. The rapist kept the woman for five days in his run-down single wide. She used a Home Depot bucket for a toilet, careful to not knock it over with the chain padlocked to her left ankle. Another bucket with water was for drinking and washing. On the sixth…