There is nothing better than reaching into that bowl of clementines and picking out the one without any seeds. Well, maybe one thing better, but I won't mention that here. I'll leave it to your imagination. This issue of 50 to 1 is absolutely fantastic. SEEDLESS CLEMENTINES features work by: N. God Savage, Eric Aldrich, William Brazill, Robert Laughlin, Alice Folkart, Eric Bennett and Andrew Kaspereen. The work is awesome. Just like Seedless Clementines. As usual, read each piece, comment, visit the websites and eNJoy!
-Glen
On Being Invisible by Andrew Kaspereen
Today I became invisible. It was very much like I imagined it might be. I was walked into frequently. I was not able to drive a car without starting multiple accidents. If I came to your house you wouldn’t have noticed me. I could have gotten my Prince record back.
Andrew Kaspereen is invisible.
Today I became invisible. It was very much like I imagined it might be. I was walked into frequently. I was not able to drive a car without starting multiple accidents. If I came to your house you wouldn’t have noticed me. I could have gotten my Prince record back.
Andrew Kaspereen is invisible.
To Have and to Hold by Eric Bennett
Tucker[i] adores[ii] Alina[iii].
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[i] Licensed undertaker.
[ii] Poses the face: closes the mouth, stitches the lips together, pulls the lids down. If the eyes aren’t closed they gape open and since they’re composed primarily of water, the eyes tend to dehydrate and sink detracting from the appearance.
[iii] Cadaver.
Eric Bennett lives in New York with his wife and four children. He loves trees without leaves and the silence between songs on a vinyl record. His work appears in numerous literary and art journals including Bartleby Snopes, Prick of the Spindle, Dogzplot Flash Fiction 2009 Anthology, LITnIMAGE, and PANK.
Tucker[i] adores[ii] Alina[iii].
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[i] Licensed undertaker.
[ii] Poses the face: closes the mouth, stitches the lips together, pulls the lids down. If the eyes aren’t closed they gape open and since they’re composed primarily of water, the eyes tend to dehydrate and sink detracting from the appearance.
[iii] Cadaver.
Eric Bennett lives in New York with his wife and four children. He loves trees without leaves and the silence between songs on a vinyl record. His work appears in numerous literary and art journals including Bartleby Snopes, Prick of the Spindle, Dogzplot Flash Fiction 2009 Anthology, LITnIMAGE, and PANK.
1st line by Alice Folkart
That Thanksgiving, like every Thanksgiving, I watched the grownups, praying for them to drop dead of food poisoning, right off their chairs onto Grandma Pearl's burnt-orange shag rug, so that I could have all the pecan pie to myself.
It's not easy to write on Kailua beach on Oahu's windward side. The large sea turtle that Alice Folkart uses as a desk for her laptop keeps waking up and heading out to sea. Some of her short stories and poems have been lost to the waves.
That Thanksgiving, like every Thanksgiving, I watched the grownups, praying for them to drop dead of food poisoning, right off their chairs onto Grandma Pearl's burnt-orange shag rug, so that I could have all the pecan pie to myself.
It's not easy to write on Kailua beach on Oahu's windward side. The large sea turtle that Alice Folkart uses as a desk for her laptop keeps waking up and heading out to sea. Some of her short stories and poems have been lost to the waves.
A Mother Emails Her Daughters by Robert Laughlin
Your father and I are having Christmas alone for the first time since any of you were born. Whenever you want us to visit you in the hereafter, remember we have a prior commitment to your husband's parents or can't afford the ectoplasm to go from our cloud to yours.
Robert Laughlin lives in Chico, California. He is the creator of the Micro Award (www.microaward.com), an annual competition for previously published flash fiction. Two of his short stories are MWA Notable Stories, and his first novel, Vow of Silence, is available from Trytium. His author website is at www.robertlaughlin-fictionwriter.com.
Your father and I are having Christmas alone for the first time since any of you were born. Whenever you want us to visit you in the hereafter, remember we have a prior commitment to your husband's parents or can't afford the ectoplasm to go from our cloud to yours.
Robert Laughlin lives in Chico, California. He is the creator of the Micro Award (www.microaward.com), an annual competition for previously published flash fiction. Two of his short stories are MWA Notable Stories, and his first novel, Vow of Silence, is available from Trytium. His author website is at www.robertlaughlin-fictionwriter.com.
1st line by William J. Brazill
He had no family who would miss him, nor neighbors who even knew his name, so he was the perfect choice.
William Brazill lives in Virginia on the banks of the Potomac River, where he writes fiction and watches the water flow by.
He had no family who would miss him, nor neighbors who even knew his name, so he was the perfect choice.
William Brazill lives in Virginia on the banks of the Potomac River, where he writes fiction and watches the water flow by.
1st line by Eric Aldrich
Inside the house a chocolate rabbit sat dejectedly in a pastel wicker basket and wondered what flaw or personal shortcoming stood between him and his destiny.
Eric Aldrich studies early American crime literature. Originally from Massachusetts, he now lives in Arizona with his wife and cats. He maintains the website www.mocs1986.com.
Inside the house a chocolate rabbit sat dejectedly in a pastel wicker basket and wondered what flaw or personal shortcoming stood between him and his destiny.
Eric Aldrich studies early American crime literature. Originally from Massachusetts, he now lives in Arizona with his wife and cats. He maintains the website www.mocs1986.com.
Pig by N. God Savage
"Please don't do that with your nose," she said. "It makes you look like a pig."
"Maybe I want to look like a pig," he said.
"Why?"
"Because then I could pretend to be bacon."
"I really don't deserve you," she said, and it was not intended as a compliment.
N. God Savage is a writer and philosopher from Belfast in Northern Ireland. He has written fiction for over ten years, but only recently decided to let anyone other than his wife read it. More at www.ngodsavage.com.
"Please don't do that with your nose," she said. "It makes you look like a pig."
"Maybe I want to look like a pig," he said.
"Why?"
"Because then I could pretend to be bacon."
"I really don't deserve you," she said, and it was not intended as a compliment.
N. God Savage is a writer and philosopher from Belfast in Northern Ireland. He has written fiction for over ten years, but only recently decided to let anyone other than his wife read it. More at www.ngodsavage.com.
