Posts Tagged ‘ Fiction XV.III ’

“The Itsy Bitsy Spider,” by Tess Tabak

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

The door opened. Two rather large spiders dressed neatly in business suits crawled in. Sally gaped as they hopped from the floor to the tops of a chair, and then from the chair to the table top.

“My Waiter Plays Three-Dimensional Chess,” by Nick San Miguel

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

From our first interaction I could tell it was going to be a dog fight. Neither combatant was going to give the adversary an inch. That’s just how things are when you are of a class as distinguished as mine. A target is placed upon your back unfairly by the world and you must try with all your might not to be struck by an arrow. I shall set the scene for one such occasion when a man of lower class tried to put me in my place. I was on a date. It was a 3rd date if you must know. I thought I’d display a touch of class by taking her to an eatery known for its gourmet burgers and brews. I could tell she was impressed.

“A Somewhat More Accurate Fairy Tale,” by Eli Landes

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

There is a tower, they say, that stands forgotten behind the mists of time.

As things go, it’s not the most specific of addresses.The unidentified “they” like to ominously declare that, “Precious few are able to find the tower,” to which their listeners usually reply, “Yeah, no kidding, buddy.

“Ernest Hemingway has balls,” by Samuel Dodson

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

It was a cold night and dark and I was sitting alone when I remembered I am a man with balls. I have balls and there is some hair on my balls. Sometimes women have touched them and sometimes I touch them myself; but the main thing to remember is that I am a man with balls.

“Winging It,” by Virginia Revel

Dec 20th, 2018 | By

“My husband is a great collector,” said Kit, stirring her drink with one fingertip and smiling up at the CEO.