FIESTA, EST-CE QUE CE MONDE EST SERIEUX

  Hemingway loved the bull, both the beast and the shit- the bravado of animal instinct bared on horny streets in the heat, caught up, breathless, in the chase- the Aficionado on fire, at the Fiesta, those buen hombres who always knew how to get a room in a hotel with nothing left to rent […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; BETWEEN THE PANES

A short story The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a brown house with a red picket fence surrounding it that has our name upon the old fashioned and outdated post box. I can’t remember ever really receiving post. Real post; letters stamped with fondness and posted with a hope […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; SLICED

  A short poem of fear A haunting is happening in this house that holds me, a sinister spirit that lies in the shadows, a feeling of fear is feeding on frenzy as it ghoulishly groans and gasps from its gallows. A breath is baying by this bed that now binds me with its fetid […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; WATCHING YOU WATCHING ME

   The Dead one I woke to a mouth already swallowing the claustrophobic earth that mounded itself over my naked torso like crumble over stewed apples waiting to be crisped but I couldn’t feel the warmth of an oven, even buried, as I was, so close to the sparks of hell but, instead of digging […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; A MATTER OF MUD

  A Short Story The Americans and British were bent on finding Jim Morrison while the Irish and Japanese, for some reason, longed to add more kisses to the now ball-less Sphinx lingering over the long decayed body of Wilde, who probably watched down over their stupidity, proffered some wicked wit as their rouged up […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE BLIND ASSASSIN

  A Short Horror Story. I don’t remember what happened before, no clue as to who I was, what I was, but afterwards, everything that happened afterwards is a completely different story, because when you open your eyes after death, you discover a whole other way of living. Tick tock, tick tock. There is darkness […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; STILL ACHING

  A Short story of Horror I’d been back a month, the city of light they called it, Paris and all its lovers, everyone hand in hand, lips locked like they were lynching the breath from each other and there I was, alone. It had become my city of shadows; dark, devious and doomed. Why […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE STILLNESS IN THE BARN

  A short tale of fancy and fear. And so he waved back, and, as if brushing back the years, he remembered when they cycled through the lanes together, well, not exactly together, but in their group; he was there and she was there, though, in truth, it was not this particular woman, the woman […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE MONSTER IN THE MAN

  Was he not tied and turned on the tide, was there not light  and dark by his side, though the morning’s sun rose as his bride twas the black of the moon at night that found stride. Was he not washed and worn on the waves, was he not cracked like the sea cuts […]

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