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Flash Fiction Book Release Party – Readings by local authors and pizza by Flour + Water We Are Too Many Celebrations in the Confetti Factory New book from Sean Taylor. 32 pieces of...
The library breathes at dawn. A girl opens a forbidden book; ink rearranges the future. Footsteps chase her between shelves. She chooses courage, not prophecy. Outside, sunlight wa...
A fly bookmarked pages six and seven. The last reader, inattentive or overawed, flattened it into a full stop. Maybe, having cut a life short, they couldn’t read again. Or perhaps...
EXCERPTS FROM A GIANT NOTEBOOK...
These short stories for perverts are unconcerned with what you think. They are audacious and fearless in their pursuit of emotional truths.
Usually, when I informed a guy that I had a type, that I couldn’t help whom I was or wasn’t attracted to, he moved on. Not you.
I take from my wallet a scrap of notepaper. Folded square, worn shiny, its creases disintegrating, a passenger of decades. I unfold it as reverentially as one performing surgery on...
A Two Minute Books story video for And Now, Back to You (Heartstrings Book 2) by B.K. Borison. The post And Now, Back to You by B.K. Borison appeared first on Joelbooks.
Fifty years and I dream of him still, fifty years and every story, every joke, every bit of news or gossip leads back to him still.
The Last Reader I’m just sitting down at a table at the back of the bookstore café with a stack of books and an iced coffee, and the woman at the next table, thirtyish, dreadlocks,...
“Love, calm down. It’s not worth it.” He looked at her—at those empty eyes. The furniture behind her was a blur, as hazy as the love they had once shared. He had been cooking din...
Found it under her mattress. Wasn’t looking, just changing sheets. Pages of song lyrics. Then drawings. Then letters, written like she was already gone. I put it back. Exactly how...
“The few words it contains are indecipherable, of no language. (The letters look Hebrew—if you don’t know Hebrew and have never seen Hebrew letters before.)”
I believed that, when it came to words, everything was allowed.
“Ghost-Eye,” “Whistler,” “Newcomers,” and “Fires in the Night.”
Dear You, I am looking at you through a fog of harmattan on a December afternoon. The living room is a shadow of itself. Some corners are covered in Christmas decorations your mo...
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