Tag Archives: fables

A Little Sex Talk Goes a Long Way

  When Brendan came home last week, he noticed that Devorah had a somewhat tense look on her face, which was different than her usual annoyed look.  As any good boyfriend would, Brendan worried that he’d done something she didn’t like. Whenever he had done something she didn’t like in the past, it was usually […]

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The Life & Death of Stories (Story #15)

I live and work in The Library, which you shouldn’t confuse with a neighborhood library because it isn’t—far from it.  The library I live and work in is dedicated to preserving all the stories ever told, which is hard to imagine, so think of it as being similar to a butcher’s shop.  I know some […]

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Children of the River (Story #14)

Every day began the same way for the people of Fayette.  At sunrise, all the men, women, and children walked down to the river and looked to see if anyone was waiting for them.  Most days, no one was there—just pine trees swaying as the river cascaded past them.  But every once in a while, […]

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A Short Manifesto for the Budding Manifesto Writers of the World (Story #11)

I don’t do research.  I tell my clients that up front.  If the young men—they are almost always young men and they seem to love aviator glasses—have something they really want me to include, they have to spell that thing out for me.  My job is to provide the words that glue their heady ideals […]

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God’s Goofy Guy on a Schwinn (Story #6)

A gun going off in real life makes a thin, mono, popping sound.  In the movies, gun blasts are rich and thick and stereo.   Maybe that’s why I just looked on from my window noticing the transformation of the block.  It was like waves on a beach.  As soon as the bullets rang out, everybody […]

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When Happiness Married Loneliness (Story #5)

    There once lived two sisters.  One was named Sadness, the other, Happiness.  Sadness was tall, skipped instead of walked where she was going, and always had a smile on her face.  Happiness, on the other hand, was short, never skipped, and always scowled.  If ever there was a case in which names didn’t […]

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the history of things (Story #3)

  The boy looked up, and this is what the clouds told him: That radio antenna over to the left, the giant metal X stuck firmly to the hilltop was no antenna. It was once alive—a being raising his hands into the fog. And the stadium light that the boy’s father was always complaining was […]

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