Fiction

Izamal

By on Nov 20, 2016 in Fiction | Comments Off

(continued from an earlier issue; read part one) Comrades Outside the restaurant I said, “We must go quickly to find this man at the University.” We set off at nearly a trot, and after asking directions from a street vendor, we found our way to the steps of that library. As Gustavo had said, there stood a large man with a thick middle. His Yucatecan shirt was tucked in at the waist, making him appear even stouter. Eusebio Diaz appeared to be uncomfortably warm. Small beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he said, “Yes, I am the one you seek. Let’s get out of this...

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Izamal

By on Oct 14, 2016 in Fiction | 2 comments

Where do I begin? How can I explain my actions? Where does memory fade and when do we forgive the heinous acts of history? I only know what I know. And I cannot stop the sequence of events that must occur. Itzam`na (“Dew from Heaven”) whispers in my ear, “We are the Maya and this is our land.” I am Luca. I was born in 1970. I am a poor Mayan child, now just ten years old. We worked hard, my family and me. My father had died when I was five. Still, we got by. My mother raised us up in the church. The Catholic Church. How beautiful that Mission was! We felt special to...

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No Greater Love

By on Oct 11, 2016 in Fiction | Comments Off

During the early stages of a very serious romance, my girlfriend Ann and I took a trip to St Augustine, Florida, to visit friends.  We included a side trip to the Ponce de Leon’s Fountain of Youth Archaeological Park, the area discovered in 1513.  After an awesome tour of the park, we rested on a bench and sipped a cool drink. Across the path from us was a makeshift sign that read: WATER FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH $.39 LIMITED QUANTITY MONEY BACK GUARANTEE Next to the sign sat a shabbily dressed middle-aged gentleman. A large dog rested its chin blissfully on the man’s...

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Princess and the 21st Century Space-Age Mattress

By on Sep 25, 2016 in Fiction, Humor | Comments Off

Pete, my roommate, is a strikingly handsome guy; he’s tall, blonde, strong, jovial, and he’s equipped with what a girlfriend of mine once described as, “A face to die for.”  My girlfriend.  She said that about Pete, to me.  Thanks, honey. Pete’s got this problem, though.  Pete only dates crazy people.  I know what you’re thinking: “Women, am I right?”  No, you’re wrong.  I mean, wait, Pete dates women, yes, but not in the “all women are crazy” sense.  The women Pete finds are straight-up...

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Flash Fiction by the Okupniak Sisters (5)

By on Sep 11, 2016 in Art/Photography, Cuttings, Fiction | Comments Off

This flash fiction project was born from a meditative state. There was no planning involved. As an exercise, Natalie began creating ideas from her typewriter on note cards. The words served as a way to capture ideas that were flowing from her brain. The ideas were just meant for reference and inspiration. As they sat collecting dust, Gen rescued them and gave them visuals. Each card is made the day it is posted. The purpose of this exercise is to consistently post work to inspire the creators and their audience. The Flash Fiction Project can be found online: daily updates...

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Flash Fiction by the Okupniak Sisters (4)

By on Sep 11, 2016 in Art/Photography, Cuttings, Fiction | Comments Off

This flash fiction project was born from a meditative state. There was no planning involved. As an exercise, Natalie began creating ideas from her typewriter on note cards. The words served as a way to capture ideas that were flowing from her brain. The ideas were just meant for reference and inspiration. As they sat collecting dust, Gen rescued them and gave them visuals. Each card is made the day it is posted. The purpose of this exercise is to consistently post work to inspire the creators and their audience. The Flash Fiction Project can be found online: daily updates...

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