Archive for the ‘Fiction’ Category

The Big Secret

Posted by melissa kandel on February 11, 2017 in Fiction | 1 Comment

Rat-a-tat-tat went longish nails on old wood. She sat at the time-abandoned Rathskeller Pub, waiting. Three tall jack-and-cokes into her Sunday afternoon, the strange man finally arrived, a wiry figure dappled in late-day shadows. The man looked almost wizardly with a long, white beard and smooth, white hair woven into a single braid that reached […]

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An Interview Near Signal Street

Posted by melissa kandel on February 9, 2017 in comedy, Fiction | 1 Comment

By Melissa Kandel The subway car came to an abrupt halt. “Signal Street!” With a polite nod to the plumpish redhead whose morose stares he had endured for the larger part of his 57-minute trip from Eagleshead to Signal Street—“So sorry miss, didn’t mean to bump you there,”—Daniel Plinkers departed the car, feeling confident and […]

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The Figaro

Posted by melissa kandel on February 8, 2017 in Fiction, travel | 5 Comments

By Melissa Kandel Of all the details to remember, her hands were still the clearest in his mind. Unpolished nails of otherworldly innocence, intoxication by way of ten fingers and smooth skin and a wrist circled with Rolex Sky-Dweller gold, limited edition. Back to her hands. What did he later call them, windows to her […]

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Night Flight of The Sheep

Posted by melissa kandel on February 7, 2017 in art, comedy, creativity, 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 February 5, 2017 in creativity, Fiction, travel | 5 Comments

By Melissa Kandel 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 […]

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His Muse

Posted by melissa kandel on December 30, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No 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. […]

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To The Birds

Posted by melissa kandel on December 29, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

TO THE BIRDS TO THE BIRDS AN AWAKENING SORROW TO THE BIRDS TO THE BIRDS MY SOUL SHALL BORROW UNTIL LITTLE REMAINS SAVE THEIR TROUBADOUR SONG TO THE BIRDS TO THE BIRDS OR TO ME ALL ALONG. “It’s a fabricated kind of love,” said Lucie Mayweather to no one. She lit a cigarette and tapped […]

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Annalee

Posted by melissa kandel on December 29, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

Annalee was her name. I say was because she’s no longer with us but you should know she was my Aunt Annalee and she was forever saying strange things to me like, “You’ll never understand what’s sitting inside or outside the ocean, so the best you can do is try.” “Yes, Aunt Annalee,” I’d reply, […]

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So Wild And Free

Posted by melissa kandel on December 29, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

There are, inside a deconstructed world, threads of life that must be sewn together in order to make sense. Even then, when the quilt of what is has been stitched, sense may elude the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mind, and only what might be shall remain … “This tea tastes like boiled rat […]

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A Terrible Day And A Tree

Posted by melissa kandel on December 28, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | 72 Comments

From: Henry Littlesworth To: Marcus Trevan Subject: Your Job It’s over. Fax Me Up LLC is closing shop, effective immediately. Funny I should write this to you over email, the very thing that killed my fax business. Well, Rainforest Online Services killed us, too. Damn devil of a company. People should know better than to […]

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