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80The Love Lake Succubus of Bruges-la-Morte
In folklore and medieval legends a succubus is a frightening demon who takes the form of a woman to seduce men in dreams and have sexual intercourse. In modern times, a succubus is often depicted as highly...
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76All About Flash Fiction
Flash fiction is a form of short story writing that is very tight and very concise. It pulls the reader in with the barest amount of fluff and lives or dies in the space of 250-1,000 words(though there is no...
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75HOW TO MAKE MONEY WRITING STORIES
The Internet has opened doors to the creative minded. In the old days, I'd be sending off a short story through snail mail and the most important requirements would be patience and some money. The money you...
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73Roach Motel
Simon first noticed the cockroach when he went to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee. He moved slowly, circling the bug, trying not to alarm it. He’d seen a few other cockroaches in his apartment and,...
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68HOW FLASH FICTION IS DEFINED
Can you actually define Flash Fiction? If defining Flash Fiction appears somewhat daunting, writing it is infinitely more difficult. I remember when I first came across the term. It confused me. But after...
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57Half a Rug
There are lots of reasons, for example, the meteorological conditions prevalent at the instance, instantaneously a runny, gooey kind of weather can put a dampener on the oilcloth, a flapjack on the griddle,...
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57Sex and the Universe
Although perhaps a fabrication of our slender collective imagination, the universe, as such, an ersatz environment for the finite, has certain attributes. For example, the universe is infinite, therefore...
20 comments54Delivery
I contemplate happiness and completion on this plane, plain as day. Inferior influences ignored, I am released. Seeing the good, I am good. I understand. Albeit things come expressly to waste my time, I will...
10 comments68On The Cusp
On the cusp of something unknown and exciting, I sit at this stupid computer writing to you because I love you. I hope you appreciate it. No shit. Really. You are the apple of my eye, the object of my...
15 comments62Treaded the Path
Treaded the path, cobbled with wet granite, red clay, mud, sand, or pine needles fragrant with memory and promise, still the way, yet kinetic as a barbeque on the Fourth of July in Springfield, Illinois, it...
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