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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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HANG TEN

by Jef UK

A young man with scruffy cheeks and chin-length hair told me to hang ten today. He was what I can only describe as the surfer type, with matching attire as you might imagine. When I got home, I did exactly as he instructed: I hung ten. After hanging the first five, I admit my satisfaction. […]

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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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I, Boy Wonder

by Jef UK

Earth-3 Every night I don my mask and Bruce and I make this city a little safer. Swinging above the clamor of 6th Avenue, perched among gargoyles, shadows and other denizens of the night, we pose as monsters but stand as protectors, arbiters of justice, warriors against crime. We are a team. We are vigilant. […]

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Portrait of a Zombie As a Young Scientist

by Jef UK
Portrait of Zombie art

[Editors note:  the following narrative was transcribed from a journal found in an evacuated university located in the American Midwest.] 10/3:  Ben and I caught one of the zombies today.  Somehow she had found her way into the building.  Ben is out with the dogs now, seeing if he can find where she got in.  […]

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The Fucking Cute – Part 2

by Jef UK

[The following first appeared in Music Feed Daily, October, 2064, by Jeffrey C. Burandt 3.] Duck Fu Wa:  “I was fired for “interfering in Jeffrey’s studies.” Right. The truth is, I gave him the opportunity to do with his life what he wanted to do with his life. What he was great at. This particular Jeffrey […]

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Monster Cup

by Jef UK

Drink deeply, old friend. Let our sharing of this draught signify the rekindling of former relations, before all of that nasty business. It’s behind us now. Yes, exactly as you have put it:  hatchets buried. You craft furniture? That’s wonderful! It’s interesting to consider how you’ve applied your various skills to this novel endeavor. You always liked to […]

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Good House

by Chris Miskiewicz

She walks down Manhattan Avenue with strong shoulders and a supple posture. Her dog trails behind as well as leads her along. It’s a familiar walk, like they’ve been doing this together for a while. The street aches from bitter winds. Steam blows from manhole covers and smokestacks. While the scent of bread from […]

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the rosebush awning, 1979 – Seeing where the dolls went

by Chris Miskiewicz

.     the rosebush awning, 1979 .     Seeing where the dolls went      We made the long drive out to the island where they lived encapsulated in one of those towns that exist only as an exit sign on the L.I.E. Just a flash of green with a number marking […]

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