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Which You?

by Chris Miskiewicz

“I’m very old fashioned for a bisexual polyamorous girl,” she said as I lit a cigarette, which was an odd thing to do since I don’t smoke. “Well that’s very interesting, but I’m afraid that we’re out of time. I have another appointment down the block at three.” Her smile dropped some of its [...]

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The Florida Canal

by Chris Miskiewicz

  After going through one of the longest trials in American history, the Supreme Court passed a verdict based on the overwhelming data that the current state of America’s collective intelligence, and economic demise, as well as its inevitable bankruptcy due to the it’s 100 Trillion Dollar deficit owed to China, was in fact the [...]

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Last Night at Sunny’s

by Chris Miskiewicz

Last night the wind was so strong outside of Sunny’s as it whipped off the bay. A building has to have something to it to take that much spirit in the face so often. That constant force, unending, coming straight from the sea. I remember when we found the bar ten years ago. Red [...]

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MERICA

by Chris Miskiewicz

It’s a warm night, warmer than a New York winter should be, which tends to bring images of shattered glaciers and polar bears swimming through miles of ocean to my mind. I’m in a light jacket with my tie flapping behind me trying my best to turn the twenty-minute bike trip I’m taking into [...]

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The End of Science Fiction

by Chris Miskiewicz

 

I remember how he used to stay up late looking into the sky at whatever stars would show talking about how things used to be. This usually was preceded by a few drinks, which were prompted by bills, or power outages, water shortages, government breadlines not opening when they said they would, or any [...]

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The G-Train

by Chris Miskiewicz

  So, the G Train. It’s kind of an amazing thing. Growing up I gave it the nickname “the train that doesn’t come,” mainly because it would never come. If there was one thing I could count on it was the fact that even if I was early by an hour the G-Train would find a [...]

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1000 Pennies

by Chris Miskiewicz

  We stood in the middle of the street staring up at her bedroom light. There was a slight flicker, probably from the candles she kept beside the bed. It looked warm, inviting, comfortable. All the words that come to mind when you think about places that became your home for a little while. “Do [...]

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It was like…

by Chris Miskiewicz

  They came in and sat at the first empty table they saw. They moved with a shuffle of shopping bags, oversized bracelets, and loose fitting clothes that only women with long brown straight hair in 1970’s beach movies should ever really wear. Still, despite my sense of style and fashion, they sat beside me. [...]

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My evening with JLO

by Chris Miskiewicz

 

I was leaning against the narrow counter beside the front window of the Gray’s Papaya on the corner of 8th Street and 6th Avenue waiting for it all to begin. I stared across the street at that old library building that I used to think Doctor Strange lived in when I was a [...]

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LIVING ON A FILM SET

by Chris Miskiewicz

 

I awoke today without an alarm, but instead a strange humming noise that went through the bedroom shaking ripples into the water glass beside the bed. I thought that it was strange that the glass was still full since Ghost Cat has developed a tendency as of late to put her paws in [...]

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Untitled Superhero Project (Part 1)

by Chris Miskiewicz

 

I light a cigarette and inhale deeply when something that Vic Spero once said about Marlon Brando pops in my head. It was something about how everyone wanted to be Brando when he was a younger man. With slicked black hair, blue jeans, and a leather jacket. The kind of spirit that only [...]

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Would you see me if my eyes were screens?

by Chris Miskiewicz

 

I smell her perfume before I see her. It’s a mix of Jasmine and chemical compounds put together in a laboratory, that was tested on monkeys to see if their skin would bubble or burn, then passed through ten months of focus groups who debated the name, font, bottle shape, and best ad [...]

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About Signals

Signals is a short story/spoken word series by writing mastermind, Chris Miskiewicz.