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The Function Of Criticism by Pepijn Sauer We forget without remembering what. Something started at some point but the point is ... [774 words]
For Sofia by Pepijn Sauer You live with the question. Wondering how to proceed, we find ways to make things happen. We do not u... [449 words]
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The First Time I Met God... by Joel Harper None necessary. [616 words]
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Party by Pepijn Sauer Actually the host is dead. It took me a while to notice, but it's true. The host is so dead he has a lot ... [581 words]
Our Father Who Aren't In Heaven by Johnny Abrahams A man searches for his father but will he find him? [3,026 words]
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Heyman by John Karl Taipei: Big spiders, no drinking water, and lots of Taiwan Beer... Give me 10 reviews and I'll post pict... [557 words]
Gravity by Pepijn Sauer I circle the gravity of this situation in elliptical curves. Inside the fences, so fashionably dressed ... [589 words]
God Bless The President by John Karl Confrontation with knife wielding drunk in Oregon bar... did not have to be this way. [584 words]
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Kelly's Neighbour by Roxanne Kendrick - [535 words]
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The Gap by W A Hardy - [4,055 words]
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All My Ex's Ain't In Texas by Patti Dinneen A native New Englander recounts her adventures in Texas. [2,308 words]

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Sunday Drive
A family’s last trip together.
[736 words]
Antony Berrios
...[B]eneath US the earth is trembling. Where can we place our fulcrum, even assuming that we possess the lever?... The thing we all lack is not style, nor the dexterity of finger and bow known as talent... Now, what we lack is the intrinsic principle, the soul of the thing, the very idea of the subject... Where is the heart, the verve, the sap?

-Gustave Flaubert to Louis Bouilhet,
February 6, 1850
[December 2001]
Losing Life (Short Stories) A women finds herself in a strange place being held against her will. [672 words] [Thriller]
Sunday Drive
Antony Berrios

By Antony Berrios

The sun dances off the windshield of the station wagon, pallets of greens, gold’s pass us on highway 101 going north up to San Francisco. Dad drives sitting be speckled with his Woody Allen like glasses. Mom sits up with him dressed in white pants, white shirt and white gardening hat. The breeze sends moms perfume into the back of the station wagon giving it a rose smell a safe smell. Mom and Dad bicker about the air conditioning. Dad wants to shut it off “It wastes gas”. He explains. Mom cries out. “God, really I’m melting. The kids are melting.” My sister works on a book of mad libs she blows her long brown hair away from her face every now and then. The windows all rolled down creating a vortex of wind blowing around us from time to time. The hot wind rapping its arms around my neck and tempting me to go out and run in the fields. I daydream and watch the scenery move by gold of the browned grass, silver of a long gas truck, green of trees all rush by. Mom turns on the radio. Elton John’s “Daniel” competes with the sound of rushing air and the passing of trucks. I catch my reflection in the window and pretend that I can fly. I race next to the car the hot wind blowing through my hair. I look at the passengers in the car and see my self and the family. I swoop down beside my dad. He smiles telling mother that he loves her. She grins and rests her head on his strong shoulder. I rise up above the car and swoop down next to my sister. She does her madlibs getting lost in her world. I wave to myself and feel happy.

Dad sees a Sambo’s restraunt coming up in the distance on the right. “Whata say we all grab some food?” My sister calls out. “I’m not hungry.” She doesn’t take her eyes off of her book. “Sounds great dad.” I chime in. “Oh Deb you need to eat somthin.” “No I don’t.” For a nine year old my sister had all the quick comebacks. I on the other hand was a shy twelve. We pull up to the restraunt and park. My stomach was growling. Mom opened up the door for us to get out. The air was hot and dry. Dad came up behind me as we walked to the restraunt and told me to walk straight. “Straight walk with you head high.” “I am.” I run off ahead of him. We all get into the restraunt and are seated in an orange vinyl booth. Barry Manilows ‘Mandy’ plays overhead. “I gotta use the bathroom.” I call out. “Me to.” My dad says and we go off to the bathroom. Mom tries to get Deb to look at a menu but she won’t. “You have to eat something.” “I don’t want to.” Deb wines. After me and dad finish in the bathroom he asks me to come out side for a sec. We walk around to the back of the restraunt. We overlook a ridge of mountains in the distance. A man tightens down tie lines to a small aluminum boat on the roof of his car.
“You’re getting older now.” He states. “Yep.” I say kicking a rock on the ground. “I am not going to be around as much, you know that?” “Yeah I know.” Kicking the rock off the ridge. “When will I see you.” I ask looking at the ground. “Well every other weekend is ours.” We walk over closer to the ridge. “Why do you have to go?” I ask. “Well sometimes Mommies and Daddies can’t live together, I’m still your father that’s not changing. And I’ll be a phone call away. “ “Well I don’t like it.” I exclaim. Dad laughs and rubs my head messing my hair up. “ I hate it to partner. Listen your going to be the man around the house.” “Do you still love mom?” “I’ll always love your mom.” I didn’t understand why he had to leave but to hear he still loved mom somehow made something inside my stomach feel better. Dad picked me up and turned me upside down. I laughed looking off at that ridge all eschewed. We walked back toward the restraunt to have something to eat.



"Really struck a cord in me about my parents. Very Raymond Carver like. Might need to proof read through but over all very solid emotions." -- John Saunders, New York, NY , USA.
"Moving story. Look forward to read more. Very real." -- Lori Harris, San Jose, CA, USA.
"Your story has really touched me. I'm rasing my kids alone and this was an all to real story. Great Talent!" -- Hope Lang-Teacher, New York, USA, NY.


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