Archives for Literary Fiction

All A Bored Find Refuge.

It’s just pulling in The Imagination Express, a quatrain of delight near the conjunction of your station of thoughts. Its sing-song, clackety-clack rhythms of life draw all poets near and far. Flowing swiftly across the tracks laid by poets of old, hammered out in short lines of steel and lead pressed across the remnants of trees. which are the ingredients of a poets platform, from the pounded, ground up remnants of some poet-tree they’ve never climbed. This cannonball of  contemplation sprawls across the many spans of attention drawing sustenance from the liquid extract of a tanka and refueling with your
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The Inheritance by Anthony Maggio

When you have everything, it is often said that you wish for more, that myth was created by the poor, and obviously not us. My family inherited our first million from our great-grandfather, who has worked his lackey’s fingers to the bone during the depression, and we are so proud of that dedication. He married well, it’s an old family adage that when you find a woman with eye’s equal to your fortune, and lips as red as tulips. Great Grandfather was lucky enough to meet his beautiful, green eyed match young in his life. My grandfather received the fortune
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The Letter

The letter crumpled easily in John Turner’s fist. His grip choked the paper, killing its integrity forever, and he didn’t care. He swallowed, but this time his mouth was dry. His heart sank by degrees as the message in the letter made its way through his mind, reshaping reality. Normally he walked briskly. Now he shuffled. Each step he took from the mailbox to the door of his house, about a twenty yard walk, became heavier and more difficult. But he made it. He slipped the key in the keyhole, turned it, and stepped inside. It was gloomy. That morning’s
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Finding The Sun

The sun didn’t make an appearance that day. The sky and all of the attendants were draped in black. I know funerals are a “celebration of life,” but where was the joy in this setting? I missed most of what was being said as I stared at the picture that was displayed next to the caskets, my parents at their happiest. As I remained in the pew, I reminisced about my memories I had left of them. There are things we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and
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Amy’s Pumpkin

The moment Amy stepped out onto the back patio, she knew something was very wrong. Still wearing just a robe and slippers, her exposed legs met the frigid autumn air with disdain. She clutched a coffee cup with both hands, keeping them warm. Not the pumpkins, she thought. The fact that pumpkins had grown here was something of a miracle. Her backyard slanted heavily, and the clay soil was unforgiving to most gardeners’ efforts. The vine itself was a fluke. A year ago, after Halloween and Thanksgiving were a memory, she had chucked the remains of the big, orange decorations
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