Archive for the ‘Fiction’ Category

Unshaved Legs and a Sunset

Posted by melissa kandel on June 4, 2019 in Fiction | 6 Comments

Yesterday, I received word from Z Publishing House that my short story “The Disappearing Act” was included in a published anthology called “America’s Emerging Literary Fiction Writers: California,” available on the publishing house’s website and through Amazon. My words appear alongside those of 32 other writers and I do have to say “published author” has […]

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Breana Called Out Sick

Posted by melissa kandel on April 27, 2019 in Fiction | 2 Comments

Good morning, Breana called out sick for tonight. Will you be willing to come in at 1930 hours? Thank you, Terry Jamie knew Breana wasn’t sick. She knew it like she knew that she had two freckles on the right side of her neck and like she knew she would eat a hard-boiled egg for […]

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Sincerely and With Feeling

Posted by melissa kandel on February 22, 2019 in Fiction | No Comments

As the black crow flies, so too does the luck of anyone brazen enough to steal from the Painted Desert for the sake of a vainglorious because I can. Such a creature of inordinate vanity cannot, by the laws of moonlight and the writs of sunshine, remain unpunished for very long.

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Romance in DTLA

Posted by melissa kandel on February 21, 2019 in Fiction | 2 Comments

On this cold and rainy Wednesday, a romance (of sorts) brews in L.A.

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How About That

Posted by melissa kandel on December 24, 2018 in Fiction, Photography | 4 Comments

Dear Sir, My apologies that this awful news arrives so close to the holidays but I had some difficulty tracking you down. Your friend, Mme. Valentina Velasquez, has died. Her death was sudden, unexpected but painless, if that eases your mind in any way, and I do hope it does. I know you two had […]

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His Muse

Posted by melissa kandel on February 4, 2018 in Fiction | 2 Comments

There’s a road in Costa Rica that is watched by snakes and stones. The stones don’t make the best sentinels (stony-faced as they may be), mostly because they have no eyes and can only roll loosely in one direction or the next to warn of trouble ahead. The snakes, by comparison, fare a little better. Though […]

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Night Flight of the Sheep

Posted by melissa kandel on December 5, 2017 in Fiction | No Comments

“ … and, should the symptoms of sleeplessness persist, a patient may attempt any number of psychologically soothing exercises … lulling the mind to a more restful state of being … the most popular and effective of these called ‘counting sheep,’ wherein the patient, with eyes closed, begins enumerating sheep as if the beasts were […]

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Whale-Talk

Posted by melissa kandel on November 20, 2017 in Fiction | 4 Comments

Yosemite My name is Yosemite. I’m five feet, six inches tall with a reddish tint to my hair, a long beard that I never comb and green-blue eyes that are noticeably two different sizes. I only shower on Thursdays, smoke at least five cigarettes a day and eat my cereal each morning with cinnamon whiskey […]

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Colorado Man Says He Is ‘Deeply Troubled’ by Recent Facebook Post

Posted by melissa kandel on August 18, 2017 in Fiction | 1 Comment

By Marsha Sendar, Contributing Staff Reporter, The Colorado Bugler On Tuesday evening around nine, Marshall Fillchardo, owner of Kipp, CO-based bakery, Bread A Leg, took out his phone, looked up into the starry sky and snapped a photo of the full moon. Though the photo was partly out of focus, it was still decent enough by Fillchardo’s non-exacting standards […]

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A Date Near Downing Street

Posted by melissa kandel on August 17, 2017 in Fiction | 4 Comments

The taxi door fluttered open, a bright flap of yellow against the sluggish August wind. One last look to the driver with graying teeth and gangly, corn-husk hair and Simon Plinkers peeled himself out of the car. (This after sitting for twenty seven minutes in downtown traffic as the taxi meter skipped along and his elbow ached […]

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