Free by Karen Manabat
I was magic; A burning kerchief turned into new fabric, A white dove that flew away from a magician’s trick
Continue ReadingI was magic; A burning kerchief turned into new fabric, A white dove that flew away from a magician’s trick
Continue Reading“Tricks of Love” is one of the November Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story. “Pick a card, any card, and you will see, how your destiny calls to me.” She shouted with confidence. Bemusement in his eyes, normally sad eyes, he decided to humor her, recognizing that trickster smile. […]
Continue Reading…………………………………someone says this. Love, an all-night spectacle. Whiskey humming in your blood at dawn. The door is unlocked. Morning highlights your backs, pressed together like lonely bookends. You won’t sleep alone, and you can’t sleep together. It’s a tired act. All elbows, cramped necks. Ignore the ticking of the standalone clock, a constant reminder of […]
Continue ReadingEvery night Rasputin chose a different one to come up and go inside the box of blades. Always they were pretty, and always they were thin, T-tiny thin like snakes, wearing green eye shadow and Burlesque on the Beach t-shirts. People thought it was a hoax: all the girls were plants. Rasputin was insulted. One […]
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