The coffin was open. Dena Mistry lay in it. The funeral home had ensured that the dead woman looked her best. The funeral director had appointed an accomplished makeup artist. Sasha could do wonders. Dena’s two children, a daughter and son, were relieved that their mother would be buried with her makeup and hair in… Leer más A Dead Woman’s Makeup by Terveen Gill
(Atuthors blog Equinoxio) He lived in a small flat, in a small town, in a small rainy country, a country so small it did not even reach the sea. He had a small job, in a small insurance office. Every day, at precisely eight in the morning, he arrived at the office. He always carried… Leer más The sand jar By Brian Martin-Onraët
Her hand was clammy, but he could still feel the softness that had touched him for fifty-two years. She was his first and only love, their courtship had begun in high school, marriage had followed soon, then children, responsibilities, the routine commitments. With her he had known a love that had no judgments, no greed,… Leer más Deathbed Promises by Terveen Gill
Editor`s note: Hello everyone, This is a Podcast experience that we will reproduce every week, due to its interesting and suggestive nature. If any author has a podcast and wishes to publish it in Gobblers/Masticadores, you can send an email to j re crivello, Editor’s fleminglab@gmail.com j re crivello Season One: Episode 01 The Alibi… Leer más #podcast:The Alibi
(Blog Sebastian) Pollux was an ordinary human who lived in the time of the giant creators. His monotonous life revolved around honing his talents, even going to the extreme of spending months away from others. He never expected that life would open the doors to another dimension. Spiritual journeys have been very important to Pollux.… Leer más Inner Power by Sebastian Iturralde
By BBYCGN Among the panic of love’s poverty, something inside the girl- a consuming thing– stirred. It was a gleaming essence that dazzled her surroundings and guaranteed to put an end to the agonizing asphyxiation of a love-deprived heart. This raw energy supplied purpose to the girl’s ungrounded existence. But its assurance ordered certain rituals… Leer más Escaping The Sunlight, Preface, Page 7
Maybe he did look like a murderer or a hardcore criminal, the type of face that was too ordinary and ugly but radiated threats of harm and death. His mirror was cracked through the center and it divided his face into two halves, the right side slightly heavier than the left. His mother had always… Leer más A Piece of the Moon by Terveen Gill
My car broke down. In the middle of nowhere. No signal of course. Cel as good as dead. I walked for miles. Or what felt like miles. I had been driving on a country road. Going from nowhere to nowhere. After the car broke down, I walked on the dirt road in the middle of… Leer más Fear by Brian Martin-Onraët
Purple by Steve Clark & Yulia Vasiltsova, 2014, pintura,… Leer más THE REVENGE FUND by Steve Clark
‘Strawberry bubble gum please.’ Satya heard a voice from across the counter, but there was no one there. It was only seven pm and he was already losing it. His mind wasn’t as sharp as it had once been, and manning the cash counter for ten straight hours left him weary and unfocused. ‘Strawberry bubble… Leer más A Guy Named Karen by Terveen Gill
Even before dawn, we notice the paleness in the faces of those gathered in front of the market. Their ghostly eyes scare us when they follow the fruits, meats, and cheeses, unloaded from the trucks and picked up by the market sellers, who display them on their stalls to tempt us to buy. Quickly, the… Leer más Rich and empty by Mercedes Freedman
(Blog Kirsten) Misa Honey – One Year Later Ohmygosh. Wait. Don’t get too excited. He could be lying. “Mr. Paper… Are you lying to me?” “I would never lie to you, Misa.” My heart’s racing. He looks believable and handsome in his navy-blue sweater, fitted jeans, and white sneakers. The sprinkle of silver in his… Leer más Black Mountain Honey Grim by Kirsten Curcio
Dear God Almighty, I would like to bring to your notice my dissatisfaction with the world that you have created. I know that no one’s perfect and that you probably think so too. Though your children (insensitive human bastards) harp on about their flawless intelligence and impeccable logical reasoning. Please excuse my brashness, they wouldn’t… Leer más A Burning Letter to God by Terveen Gill
by Brian Martin-Onraét equinoxio21 “Doc! Doc”! “What’s the matter, Raphaela? We’ll never finish on time if you keep interrupting!” “Sorry Doc, we have an emergency. The Boss is coming down to the Lab. In five minutes.” “Damn! How do you know?” “Gabby called me. And she says the Boss is in a bad mood. Very.… Leer más Doc.
by mikesteeden “How queer? The wretched undertaker told me you were in a bamboo coffinWhen in reality you are alive and well living inside my headIf it suits you, you are welcome to stay put here awhileI’ll tell you what, I’ll go imagine, for us, a spicy fourposter bed Also, I recall you always cared… Leer más THE ROOM BEHIND MY EYES
During COVID Pandemic, PG13 (Facial Nudity) K95 masks He and I each slipped out of our K95 masks in unison, tossing them aside like wild animals. I discovered myself drifting above imperial seas as I swooned in the rawness of his naked face. The smooth fluidity of every word formed upon his lips left me unable to… Leer más Romantic Connections by BBYCGN
(Link blog) Let’s travel by bus once again and enjoy heavenly bliss, climb the steps of the college like the altar of a church. Let’s bunk another lecture to meet in the canteen to enjoy our company. Oh baby, Let’s fall in love once again. Let’s go for a walk on the beach, carve our… Leer más Let’s fall in love once again… #Prose_poetry by Jane Aguiar
Blog | Short Story School shootings steadily increased to the point that the government could no longer ignore the problem. Something had to be done. Accepting the impossible options, the Ministry of People Protection was created to counteract the problem. George Thompson, a man with an out-of-the-box philosophy, was chosen as director of the Ministry… Leer más Never Ending Cycle by Sebastian Iturralde
This article by Terveen Gill also appears today in the Spanish edition of Masticadores It’s sometimes better when certain people are gone. Their absence is appreciated more than their presence. There’s a peace in knowing they will never return. I killed my father. More for myself than my mother. He was a nuisance, an embarrassment,… Leer más Our Own Personal Devil
(Blog) I drank from a water fountain that quenched me as a kid. Much lower to the ground than I remember. (The fountain, not me!) circa late 70s, early 80s… Small hands released warm water gurgles that thirsty mouths slurped up. Impatient voices from the sweaty line behind shouted, “Hurry Up!” We were little squirmy… Leer más Roam Free By Michele Lee
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