Literary-Fiction
This focuses on literary Fiction that surrounds magical realism and subtle exaggerations of reality with an artistic and symbolic slant.
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With evening fast approaching, I combed everywhere for signs of a cave. Or just the sight of a man. What I’d do with him would be marvellous. God knows. So that was it. I continued until I came to a brook. And there sat a man. His hairs and eyebrows were gray, even though he…
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I caught slivers of the words the doctor whispered to Whalebone. Miscarried. Unfortunate, but perhaps for the best given my condition. I thought about that for a long time. What was my condition? Was it of the mind or of the body? I couldn’t say.
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Other than karaoke, he’d hit the center during inclement weather or if he wanted to use the net. Against his better judgment, he called Rory and left a message on her voicemail. “Last night was fun. I hope to get—” and he paused for a moment. And then quickly added, “We can get together soon.”
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So, on those dead days in your lost mind, when the sky is gray and the sun won’t shine, and everything seems like it’s fallin’ behind, and you find yourself confused on the losin’ end of the livin-grind, you know you had (probably still do) the guts to go nuts, cut the cord loose, and…
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Mr Henley, a good magician, like a good man, can control the whole mood of a party. A corporate gig where the boss needs to be ridiculed gently to show he’s one of the team too. A child who believes for a moment that a rabbit has come from a hat. A mad group of…
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The river had taken everything that night, not the gentle stream that fed the harbor, but the merciless surge of the storm swell that dragged his wife and daughter screaming into the dark. He had stopped counting the days long ago. Time had become nothing but another warden. Dust coated the iron stairs like gray…
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The student waves his hand at the little sparrows, smoothes the long strands of his blond hair hanging over his forehead, and walks away. He pauses at the door for a moment, nods his head in farewell, and whispers with a forced smile: “It’s not my first time…”
