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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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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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What Would You Do If…

by Chris Miskiewicz

What Would You Do If…is the greatest comic strip to ever come from the mind of writer, Chris Miskiewicz. It’s madcap fury will make your teeth fall out.

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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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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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Liar

by Chris Miskiewicz

“So, is that it?” I ask the dark. “Yes,” she answers. I stare ahead for an unknown amount of time. True to form I begin thinking of a way out. A con. A barter. Anything. Because I always want more. “It was faster than I thought it would be,” I say out loud. There’s […]

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White

by Chris Miskiewicz

I couldn’t focus. All I could see was the shape of her hips underneath that fitted white coat. If you saw her in it, you’d think of Italy, or an animal in its prime, or that scent of richness that mad women tend to have. But, she didn’t seem mad to me. Then again, […]

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The Background

by Chris Miskiewicz

I don’t know why I was at that party. It was 1940 and I had cut off my remaining rock-n-roll locks for a second SAG waiver. Then, Leonardo DiCaprio walked past me. We never made the final cut. I had just left an uptown project. I’m sure that I didn’t live there, but I […]

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The Writer

by Chris Miskiewicz

I can’t sleep, so I walk through the house to the kitchen and stare out the back window towards Manhattan. The moon’s supposed to be out, but instead clouds line the sky like a fine grey powder as the wind comes from the west. My hand finds my forehead and begins to scratch at […]

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