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Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
Welcome, welcome, to our latest issue of Defenestration, typically known as the “December Issue” but also known as the “Winter Issue” or “Defenestationmas.” The weather outside is changing, and then changing again, and then changing back into the thing it had originally changed into, confusing everyone and making their noses drip like cartoon faucets. But never fear! Defenestration is here to help keep the world company in these dark and sometime chilly times.
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Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
It had not been a good Christmas Eve for the Nyhus family. It started off all wrong when Eric arrived late donning a new girl on his arm, a woman the family had no idea even existed, let alone would be joining them for the evening. Her name was Eden, and while friendly enough, she wore so many fake gold bangles on her arm that it caused a racket while taking communion at First Lutheran that night.
Posted in Fiction, Prose |
Comments Off on “Sad Acorn Review,” by Hayley Rosenfield
Tags: Fiction, Fiction XIV.III, Hayley Rosenfield, Prose, XIV.III
Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
Mr. Stevenson must have had a first name, but, if so, his teachers didn’t know it. “Is that so, Stevenson?” they inquired. “Speak up, Stevenson, so that the whole class can hear you.” Mr. Stevenson’s parents probably knew his first name at one point, but may have forgotten. His friends didn’t know it, for the same reason that unicorns don’t know the capital of North Dakota.
Posted in Fiction, Prose |
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Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
We sat, seven of us, in a room with surgical white walls, and for the first time since arriving I felt discomfited. Being an addict is one thing, but being addicted to… to the thing that each of us present were addicted to, well, it was just plain embarrassing. Alcohol, drugs, sex, all were preferable addictions. The sooner this madness was over with, the better.
Posted in Fiction, Prose |
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Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
“Hi, may I use the restroom?”
Of course. First it’s Can I use the restroom? Blink, blink, blink! then boom, toilet paper mâché all over the goddamn floor because gas station bathroom floors are gross and can’t be stepped on. Pee all over the seats. Paper towel thrown around the room like she had herself a good ol’ paper towel ball fight.
Posted in Fiction, Prose |
Comments Off on “Restroom,” by Kim Gibson
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Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
I told her, “I like weird stuff,” and she didn’t immediately leave.
In fact she said, “Mmmmmm,” because her mouth was full of calamari rigatoni, and then, “I like weird stuff, too.”
I leaned toward her and kept my voice down so the other diners wouldn’t hear. “Yeah? Like what?”
Posted in Fiction, Prose |
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Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
Fred opened his apartment door at Shady Maples Retirement Home to a crime scene; someone had fiddled with his knick knacks. All residents at Shady Maples were given one small end table and a smidgen of wall space to display their memories. The halls were filled with old ceramic Christmas villages, poodles made from plaster, and all the precious moments of life carved out of stone. The scent of moth balls and musty yellowed newspaper articles filled the stale morning air.
Posted in Fiction, Prose |
Comments Off on “Knick Knack Wars,” by Brooke Reynolds
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Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
Jason was a charming and attractive lawyer working at one of the biggest firms in America. He was almost everything a man could wish to be, except for one thing, he was dead. Rick, meanwhile, was a cleaner who was plump, socially awkward and who had just discovered a corpse in the kitchen while mopping the third floor of the office.
Posted in Fiction, Prose |
Comments Off on “Office Cleaning,” by Klaus Nannestad
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Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
The sheet peels off. The spirit dies,
Yet sight persists as through a haze.
In death, we’re left with just our eyes.
Posted in Poetry |
Comments Off on “Inky, Blinky: A Pac-Man Villanelle,” by Mitch Frye
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Dec 20th, 2017 |
By Defenestration
A drafty basement. Bitter coffee. 12 steps.
Attendees join four-fingered hands
and bow blue, green, orange, yellow heads,
in surrender and serenity.
Posted in Poetry |
Comments Off on “A is for Addiction,” by Liz Sellier
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