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Baby It Was Divine-Fiction by P. K. Augustyn
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Dark Streets-Fiction by Harry David Moss
Breathless-Fiction by Mick Rose
The "Birthday Blues"-Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Redhead Reba-Fiction by Kenneth James Crist
Thor's Anvil-Fiction by J Brooke
You Never Know-Fiction by Jim Harrington
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The One and Only Alexa Kalekar-Fiction by KJ Hannah Greenberg
Guillotines Cause Permanent Disability-Fiction by M. A. De Neve
Biology is Destiny-Flash Fiction by David Powell
Knucksie-Flash Fiction by Paul Beckman
Cell-Flash Fiction by Doug Hawley
Urban Renewal-Flash Fiction by Gerald E. Sheagren
Pearl-Poem by Meg Baird
Conundrum Street-Poem by Dr. Mel Waldman
The Hope of It-Poem by Judith Partin-Nielsen
Endings #2-Poem by Judith Partin-Nielsen
Immense Hot-Air Balloons-Poem by Alan Catlin
Red Fires Up the Bike-Poem bt Alan Catlin
Jazz Standards-Poem by Kevin Rabas
The Evening Air-Poem by Kevin Rabas
For K-Poem by Mark Young
The/Secret Life/ of Wilhelm Reich-Poem by Mark Young
A Line from the Leningrad Cowboys-Poem by Mark Young
Delta Leo Remembers Her Nephew-Poem by David Spicer
Rosa and the Creep-Poem by David Spicer
Tribe of Two-Poem by David Spicer
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Angel of Manslaughter
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Calpurnia's Window
No Place Like Home
Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

Art by Cindy Rosmus 2018


by Doug Hawley


It seems like I’d been caged forever, but I’m sure that it was only a few days. I suppose that I might consider my imprisonment my fault, but I blame my family.  They gave me a horrible example of how to live and I ended up just like them. But I must not dwell on that, I must think only of my present situation and how to escape my captivity.

The guards feed me a few vegetables, bread, and water a day. I get nothing but verbal abuse from them: “You deserve your treatment!” and worse.

I’m starving; I don’t know how long I can survive. If that weren’t bad enough, I’m forced to endure torture three hours a day. There is nowhere to sit, just a thin mattress on the floor.

Finally, I’m eligible for release. I’ve lost the twenty-five pounds that I signed up for. Sure, I could have stayed at the Hilton for less, but I’m sure I would have dined on steak and had four or five drinks a night, and ended up gaining weight.  With the Guaranteed Weight Loss Plan, I can finally get into last year’s pants.

I’ve got to admit that the exercise machines were first-rate, even though they were killing me.


The author used to make numbers for a living and now he writes stories for fun https://sites.google.com/site/aberrantword/

Twit handle @dougiamm`

aberrantword - Doug Hawley

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