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Wiggle Wiggle, by Eric Christ

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I waited offstage and rocked up and down on the balls of my feet. Adrenaline thrummed through my veins like an intoxicating drug. Flunkies yammering into headsets scurried around me, keeping their distance after I went all diva on their

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Posted in 2013, Fiction, Humor

Entertaining Iris Auction, by Christopher Blonde

My mother, Joyce, is fond of smoking with a fervency that trumps her fondness for the mathematics she was famed for in her heyday as well as that for her husband and one measly crack at progeny. When we go

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Posted in 2012, Fiction, Humor

Word Storm, by Shannon M. Wednt

Ellen Morris walked through the municipal park, her red umbrella hooked at her elbow. She could see the storm coming towards her, like a dust devil swirling with words. According to the National Weather Service, it was the third so-called

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Posted in 2012, Fiction, Humor

This Train makes all the Stops, by Len Joy

Hank knew where to stand. He had commuted on the Red Line for thirty years. When he boarded the train at Monroe Street he got prime position in the middle of the car, away from the crush of sweaty commuters

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Posted in 2012, Fiction, Humor

Security!, by A. Andrew Tantia

“I have a bomb,” said the caller. Not the first thing you want to hear when you have just stumbled groggily in to work Friday morning after a hard night on the town. Not entirely unexpected, however, as I work

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Posted in 2012, Fiction, Humor

Musca Domestica, by James Valvis

The doctor walked into the waiting room. I could tell he was important because everyone stopped what they were doing. I had been making noise with my toy tank, blowing up imaginary soldiers, but when the doctor entered my mother

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Posted in 2011, Fiction, Humor

It’s Raining Men, by Ada Hoffmann

The Felicitas had always been a good place for a coffee: small, bright, and clean, with high chrome counters. Bakarne liked to stop there with her work friends, Carla and Elisabet. The three of them laughed as they put together

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Posted in 2011, Fiction, Humor

The Panic, by Aidan Ryan

It wasn’t amnesia; I remembered everything, my name, my wife’s name, my kids’ birthdays, and all the twists and turns on life’s long and winding road that had led me to where I was and what I had become at

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Posted in 2011, Fiction, Humor
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