Posts Tagged ‘story’

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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Moonlight Serenade

Posted by melissa kandel on April 19, 2017 in Fiction | 9 Comments

By Melissa Kandel There was no way around it: Luna had lost the moon. The revelation was quick but biting and it happened last night around dusk. She had been sitting with her cat, Marama, on the hill overlooking a town fading to pale, evening blue and there assumed her usual moon-watching position: Luna tucked […]

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Annalee

Posted by melissa kandel on March 28, 2017 in creativity, Fiction | 4 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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The Disappearing Act

Posted by melissa kandel on March 20, 2017 in Fiction | 2 Comments

For the third week in a row, Janet forgot to shave her legs. The first time she forgot was on a Sunday when she was changing into her swimsuit for Joel’s pool party. Janet looked at her legs as she slipped on the pink bottom to her tankini and after noticing the small granules of […]

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Letter to the Editor

Posted by melissa kandel on March 10, 2017 in Fiction | No Comments

HEREAFTER the subject of women’s underwear will not be treated in the letter-press of THE LADIES’ HOME JOURNAL. The editors have reached this conclusion for the following reasons: First, the changes in this part of a woman’s wardrobe are not either sufficient or material enough to justify extended chronicle. Second, the practical art of making […]

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In The Bag

Posted by melissa kandel on March 9, 2017 in Fiction, literature | No Comments

His skin was old and ashen. Not ashen like a cigarette but ashen like the scorched embers of a campfire that had been left burning too long. Nikolai was the exact opposite: A tan-skinned, lanky figure of twenty six, with sun-dipped curls in his hair and a bright rose to his cheeks. They were the […]

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Sincerely and With Feeling

Posted by melissa kandel on March 7, 2017 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. He (let us use […]

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Pizza Cat

Posted by melissa kandel on February 14, 2017 in creativity, Fiction | No Comments

I did not feel very Monday Warbly tonight so instead here is a strange tale I wrote about a food kind of animal … enjoy? – Melis The rumors are true. The Pizza Cat is real. How do I know, you might ask, skeptical gleam in your eye, that such a creature exists? Have I […]

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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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