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Stanley’s Time by Robert Pope
As I have been playing with the idea of writing a time travel story, several ideas have occurred to me. Some of these ‘ideas’ I don’t remember anymore. I should have written them all down, but I always imagine any idea worth developing will be memorable. As a result, I…
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Creative Study: Juliette van der Molen
Artist Statement: “History doesn’t repeat itself, but it often rhymes.” -Samuel Clemens As an author and artist with an affinity for history, I think a lot about the quote above. I surround myself with history whenever I can. As I type this statement, an Underwood Standard Typewriter sits in the…
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A Peculiar Count in Time, Part 3 by M.K. Beutymhill
Click here to read Part 1.Click here to read Part 2. Loir-et-Cher, France 1742Château de Chambord, in search of the alchemist Count of St. Germain A return to the northern European climate was a relief, not only for the familiar trees and air, but because the black stone had lost so much of its…
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Mr. Walton by Urmila Rampersaud
I last saw him that Sunday. Sitting on an old pine log like a nuthatchstaring at the white morning glory in his garden. With quivering hands, he waved as the passersby called out, “Mr.Walton”.Words bounced off his lips but never reached an ear.He smiled as two squirrels ran pass him…
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Follow the Sound of the Waves of the Sea by S. T. Brant
i. The sound of the Waves of EnvyLocks the gate to Life.Strand us on Styx’s shoresAll eternity to look upon the living mingle:The open air of joys forsworn forThe odes of misery we sing, we sing, we sing. ii. The sound of the Waves of MayaFull of Belief, and Hope, and Happy-The…
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Relent by Kristine Brown
And I was off, pedaling madly on a dusty dirt road, my disheveled ponytail damp with sweat. Messy bun. Ball of keratin stress. I winced in pain, my thumbs bleeding, brandishing shredded, gnawed-on hangnails. Though usually self-conscious, wincing at the very thought of hurting myself, I paid no heed to…
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Janus by Abigail Pearson
to be bright and carry oni wanted in but also wanted outyou all looked like dancing mummies from here andthe bedroom is always safe for me friendship or i hate herfucking but also i’m hungrymind over make, i can’t decide for myself and slowly i’m driving you to insanity singer or killerholding hands or break up foreverthe…
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I don’t want your future, mother by b.i.w
dear future me i felt bad that morning looking at your imperfect posture when you sat sad deep-like-a-well black eyes I truly felt bad although A lot may say I didn’t because I left at the end but they all (or maybe none) have to know that that was me I…
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A Medieval Tale by Regina Clarke
In a late spring rain, the monk made his way along the covered stone path. Glancing out toward the garden where lay brothers were setting out new plants, undeterred by the weather, he gave a sigh and sat down on a bench to rest. By all accounts, his journey was…
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A Glimmer by Jason de Koff
The fog’s incandescent glow at full moon,creates shapeshifters from shadows,like a blind man, the smells and sounds,become more effusive than ever. The drip, drop cadence of the bobbing vessels,portray the sound of gunshots ricocheting around the harbor,or perhaps, it is the step of otherworldly beings,seeking their betrothed from the land…
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