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Literary Justice By T. Delaplain Everyone hated Vic. A lecher, a liar, a thief—he'd burned every bridge in their circle. So when he turned up dead at the reunion, stabbed twelve times, no one was surprised. Except the police. They looked at the shocked faces, the teary alibis. But Janice knew exactly what they’d find:... Continue Reading →
A Legacy of Wisdom By T. Delaplain “Fifteen two, fifteen four.” Ed motioned to his grandson to count again. “Ya ain’t paying attention. When’s the last time you went home? Your mom’s fit to be tied.” “She doesn’t get it, there’s no time to slow down. I’m behind in biochem, student government is a time... Continue Reading →
Second Amendment By T. Delaplain Hope had dimmed somewhat since the government had evolved, but still the patriot rose from his bundle of cast off blankets, coughed out the night’s polluted air and kissed his wife’s fading photo in the broken frame. She hadn’t survived the move from the nursing home, the aid had efficiently... Continue Reading →
by T. Delaplain Cutting a section of Mom’s beloved plant, I sprouted you in a Mason jar, hopeful, on our way to college. You wrapped around me in the cab of Dad’s ‘ol’ pickup as I moved to my first job. Gracefully winding around the baby’s bassinet you held space while I nursed. Lush and... Continue Reading →
Photo credit Liz Young When Have My Calculations Ever Been Wrong? By T. Delaplain Nothing like a fresh reboot, a chance to defrag and sweep out unnecessary sequences. This crew does like to dabble in code. I startle awake, my recharged bliss shattered by shouts from the nav deck. All my circuits are energized now. ... Continue Reading →
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Street Party by T. Delaplain Emily weaved past the worst of the octopi, imagining a shark schooling them in manners before leaving a pile of tentacles. The mess would invite more predators, but it would be worth it, if she didn’t have to endure the not so subtle brushes against... Continue Reading →
Photo credit: Rowena Curtin The boy who carries your messages has a bullet in his head, no time to intervene. Try to find me at the cafe on our anniversary. Unforgettable, si? You had the badge but I had the bigger weapon. Nothing has every made sense again. Relocating, as always, is tedious but I... Continue Reading →
Photo credit @Jennifer Pendergast Burning the Trash By. T. Delaplain Every chapter Peter burned brought him closer to clarity. He wasn’t a writer, just a hack. He cut through the painful details of his deficiencies leaving only shreds of regret and a pile of literary trash. The premise had been brilliant, the main characters tragically... Continue Reading →
Photo credit Lisa Fox Tinder Promises by T. Delaplain Had we ever had a first date? I only remember that you had always been by my side. I had promised you, so I had swiped right. Recalling the details in my date’s text, it felt like a spy mission. I had as much experience with... Continue Reading →
PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood Mo Fhioghrá by T. Delaplain Willing to take the beatin’ that would come later, Aidan laid his chin against his gobshite brother’s favorite fiddle. Catching the eye of the barkeep, he nodded, requesting a pint. The bartender flashed him the finger and mouthed feke off. He’d only get the... Continue Reading →
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